I make a meal of death and decay I’ll be the clouds on earth’s final day.I thrive in the darkness, the damp and neglected. But if you like to party, I might be selected My children and I, all interconnected

I sound like what holds your horses, keeping them stable, I sound like a king's tenure laid out on the table. But I'm neither of them, not in form, not in shape, When I rise, I'm invisible; when I fall, I obfuscate.

I can swim in a beautiful lake, but I cannot live in the water. People often spot me in A famous ballet .

The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

I make lowly reminder of the rain shower, but I do not make a rainbow in the sky. People often avoid me.