Answer:
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
You need a key to receive an answer from me. The answer you'll find is straight from your mind. What is it?
What weaves webs as they grow?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.