I stand over you without any feet. Sometime you have more than one, attic or not. From pre-thatched to whatever modern technology there is, I ensure you sleep dry.

I am a spice that comes from a flower. I am as red as I can be. I'm also VERY expensive by weight.

I am tall when I am young, and I am short when I am old. I glow with a crown of gold, but I weep when I am cold. A single breath can end my day, and watch my spirit drift away.

Once plucked by skin, now taken by steel-same white prize, different will. I wipe and probe where senses hide, a narrow place just inside. Not a brand, but many twins-two soft ends where one thin spine begins.

In a circle, I am the divide, A part of the whole, where secrets reside. On a board, I'm a cut of delight, In a pie, I'm a sharer's delight.