Where shadows dance and whispers echo, within walls of stone, secrets are locked, awaiting the hero's daring step into the unknown.

From open doors I step outside, with nothing there but air to ride. The ground below comes rushing near, a daring dance with thrill and fear.

Winning me in a match has your supporters jumping with joy, Too much of something, and I runneth over Use me as a measuring tool for your recipes Or fill me up and kiss me to wake up in the morning

While my partner is round and gold, I myself am straight and jeweled. I am the authority a monarch must hold.

Inside your house, they await cozy and warm. Take off your outside shoes, and don this homely pair. The name is misleading, as they help prevent the action, so put me on, sit back, and relax.