I be born of pressure, a pirate's delight, Harder than most, and ever so bright. I sparkle and gleam, a king's ransom it seems, What am I, me hearty, fulfillin' yer dreams?

Upon the grave, New life has come, All for the eyes, and some for the tongue, Some are surprise, And all devour sun, Not a baking supply, But sounds just like one.

Hanging or standing, I’m at least one star. I reveal the space, if that’s where you are. My neurons connect, I’ve got an idea! Uh oh, I’m missing. Do you feel that? It’s fear.

Stored in a carton Not typically Made out of water Only biblically

I hide a needle though I’m made of none, golden and piled beneath the sun.