Answer:
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
My first is equalityÍľ my second is inferiorityÍľ my whole is superiority.
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?