White enters a prism and comes out this way. On every continent, I’m lucky so they say. I’m wonderful the world round, and I’m musically complete. I’m deadly when I’m counted, but divine in a week.

My first five refer to a group of those famously persecuted in New Orleans My last three can lift more than ten times their own weight Altogether, we’re a legally or morally binding agreement

I live in a building with more than one hundred tenants Some born here, others raised. I'm one of the three originals The lightest of the heavyweights If needed, I'll help you get your head straight.

I hide behind a row of tiny stars. Without my help, you will not pass.

I am a story, but not of fiction. I speak of presence, through contradiction. I shield the guilty, though I am not a lie, but finding my holes requires a keen eye. What am I?