I have a bark but cannot bite, I am very small and light, Broken off by the wind, you’ll see, I'm a tiny piece of a tree

my last four letters are a division of religion I have antennae but cannot transmit I induce paralysis or hysteria in many

Silent sculptor of winter's might, crystal cloak on land and sea. Slippery surface, dancers glide, in drinks, I bring cool delight.

When you see headlights on cars, and the sky full of stars. For some a time to party for others a time to sleep. Add a letter and he’s one you’d send when a princess is locked in a keep.

though you know me, i’m ordinary i am one deceptive berry not fused together, though we’re friends i’m large enough to fill your hand wars waged by titans in my thrall just pick me up to make a call