Answer:
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.