Answer:
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
What always ends everything?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
I am pronounced as one letter written with three. I come in blue black brown or grey. Reverse me and I read the same either way.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.