In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!