Answer:
I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.