Answer:
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.