When borne by the King, I'd sparkle with stones, Worn too by the Dragon, In a bright golden tone, I clung to the Angels, and devils indeed, Like 'Evil' incarnate, atop silver steed

I heal you, yet restrict half your sight. some others use me to see in low light. iconic part of a costume that intends no fright. my most common color is black like the night.

My skeleton keeps my shape. He helps keep me afloat. I used to cross enemy lines, but now I catch minds. You might think I'm my bouncy cousin, but I'm more like the stronger version.

I’m forged for battle, yet fit in one hand, Shorter than swords that in sunlight stand. I’m meant for the thrust, not cleaving wide, Worn at the belt or hidden inside. Not made for work, nor carving bread, I serve where silence and closeness tread. What am I?

My voice may be deep, rough, or high In winter I signify a jolly time. Long ago I always knew the hour If I'm very large, I live in a tall tower.