I’m a fierce king, born with pride. Just don’t get on my bad side. I’m like a kitty but not so mild. You can find me running the show in the wild.

I have many layers, many as a Russian doll I can make you cry, I'm round as a ball I love the spring, I can go around your fingers and be really crispy, If powdery, I season If your meat tastes well, I am the reason

Defiance works against me, In wind I'm ochre waves, When autumn calls, I too must fall, For nothing gold can stay

I’m a foot that never feels the floor, I clip and clop from door to door. My shoe is mine since I was born, on horse or cow, I’m proudly worn.

A candle does it, and so do overworked people-though only one involves a literal flame being extinguished. The first four say what a fire does, the last three are what you do to leave.