Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail