I am related to cookies, but I am not special enough. People often put me in cakes and desserts with me.

I'm a noble gas, yet I shine so bright, In signs and lamps, my glow's a delight. In the periodic table, my spot's just right, A festive hue, in lights, I show.

Mix me up and let me dry, or pour me up to scrape the sky, or scrape your knee on me and cry.

The first five are empty, seen yet vast. My last three serve bottles, filled and fast. Together I'm struck, but never scarred I split your words, a faithful guard.

I can spark a flame with just a strike, or pit two teams in a game alike. I’m found when partners fit just right. Tell me my name, both day and night.