Answer:
What tastes better than it smells?
First I may be your servant's name. Then your desires I may proclaim. When your mortal life is over, I hold all your wealth within my power. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
I am useless when together but useful when I am broken apart. What am I?
Break me but I’ll continue to work touch me and maybe I’ll stay with you forever.
It's what light turns into in the night