Answer:
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?