The more of me you take, the more you leave behind. You can walk in me to follow a ghost, yet I never move an inch. I am a silent guide to where you are going, born only when your sole is pressed. What am I?

If you find yourself in trouble, send this out to guide help, on the double! It can also serve as a less tangible thing, known for the feelings of joy it can bring.

A small flask can light me up you can say without me I'm sure a flop.

I armor a finger, while needles invade, I once toured a board where fortunes were made. A tiny tin helmet, no soldier inside, Where giants sew kingdoms, I happily hide.

In the hearth's glow, a flicker small, a dancing spark, a fire's call. Cozy tales by the fireside, where warmth and light gently reside.