A spear raised to the sky as if to challenge the heavens, The pride and the glory of the kingdom, Yet adorns the abode of heaven’s humble servants.

Please riddlers, hear my woe! The title isn't just for show. It sometimes contains a real treasure: a bracketed word for your pleasure. A little lift of the veil, so to say, to help your riddling on it's way.

Two knights at odds? Drop the first letter from my second word and I'm a table with letters

Some are built to fall Some stand to guide or protect Some exist to impress Others rise to reach the sky.

We stop kings in their trotting tracks, We have armor on our very tall backs. Build us a path with shrubs in a pair, Then with a herring, chop the tree over there. Antlers we dawn on our helmets so mighty, But if we hear IT, we get awfully flighty.