I fade even though I'm cherished Sometimes I am all that is left But in modern times I am trapped. In card, in disks, in solid states.

I can leave a mark, but I cannot cover up. People use me to Select importance.

Remove my first for paintings, music, cinema, and more Or drop my last for liberating personal transport Subtract my third for common pets that gorge on fancy feast But all as one, I'm box and wheels once pulled along by beasts

Oft have I wings but do not fly, unless you bear me 'cross the sky. I hold tight on for purpose bloody, but I'm no vampire; I'm your buddy! For my job, stigma is born. From those by whom I'm never worn.

I house many people, hours at a time; without care I'll cost far more than a dime. Without metal inside me I'm not worth much; but perhaps you could still walk off your lunch.