I can be soap. I am the start of something new, a ritual the earth sees way too often. I can be the moment when realisation hits.

I am a mouth that drinks the brightest star, And hides the rules of what all things now are. I wear a cloak that has no thread or seam, The final stop of time's relentless stream

visible at night but not in the day even I don't leave when day comes people often stare at me and make pictures out of me

I am known for for my many different caps, but I do not wear any types of hats. You might think of me as a fun guy. me.

Born through terror, a sacrifice made, I mirror the form from which I was laid. Strike me once, and two shall bleed, but only one survives the deed.