A capsule of memory, so silent and still, At home on the mantle, yet I may cause a chill. One who danced with the fire, now cold to the touch, I cradle what’s left, when there once was so much.

I prepare you for visitors and get you dressed, And try to make you look your best. Your greatest fear is my stock and trade, When you lose all is when I get paid.

I wake you up with a warm embrace, dark or light, I set the pace. What am I?

I am a storage place for intangible things. Remove my last letter for a fright. Remove my first two instead and you’ll be alright.

In pairs, I’m a useful tool, while alone, I’m an impractical fool. I may be simple in my construction, but using me can require some instruction.