Answer:
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I hide but my head is outside.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.