Answer:
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.
What looks back but cannot see?
What gets closer when you blink?
What scientists might call your pooch.