Answer:
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?