In the realm where day meets night, A cloak of colors, a wondrous sight. Between the sun’s departure and the moon’s rise, I dance in shadows with a soft disguise.

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.

First six are used to pan fry Last three get in the sky Together, flutterby Too easy a hint? Aye.

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