Answer:
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
What turns everything around but does not move?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?