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

Find me at your core, Or through which an African or Indian beast would snore, Or in which your clothing to store, Or from which a mighty oak's branches can soar. If you add eight to me I sound awfully short. What am I ?

Where corvids come to to drink al'caw'hol.