Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I must be broken before you can use me.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
What is lighter than what it is made of?