Answer:
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?