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.

A silent guardian beneath your feet, absorbing every dancer's leap. Soft as a whisper, firm as a beat, it's where you land when dreams repeat.

I open wide but never eat, I keep you dry but not your feet.

I have a head but no brain. I have a tail but no body. People come to me when indecisive. I jump at the opportunity to help you make a choice.