Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
The last woman on Earth received a phone call. Who was the caller?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. What am I?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton