Answer:
What flies forever, Rests never?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
Where humans breath liquid?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.