I wait in silence with treasure disguise, My surface deceives, a trap for your eyes. Touch me with greed and my hunger you’ll find, a chest that devours both body and mind. What am I?

I can be used as a weapon to whack you in the knee, or exclusive and very fancy. A place you can go to be wild and free, with bottle service and dancing with glee.

Glistening globes, like glittering glass on the breath of the wind flit around. A moment goes by, they silently shatter and leave not a thing to be found.

I crown beasts or blare on the streets. I herald the start of battle, or lament its defeats. One word, many shapes are worn, speak it now, for I am a ?

I appear in a corner usually, but I am not a part of the wall. You might see me in a haunted house.