Answer:
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
Vikings use this for warmth.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?