I have some serious drip. Literally lit. Of the darkness worry knot!

We were sentenced to burn in the evening hour. They masked their faces, but did not need the deniability. Our bodies were glowing fixtures adorned with glass, secondary to the revelry drowning us out below. When the party was over, our light dimmed... We survived another torturous night... but they'll need to burn us again for the next celebration.

You might find me in a pack, Though I'm not part of the main group. I'm often foiled by a bat. And I'm the one who can't be serious.

You look to me when you're uncertain, and I can give you one of two answers I am a token of kindness when I'm scarce, and a symbol of sin when I am many

Green carpet outside your door, cut short with mower's buzz, where kids play and dogs dig deep, it loves the sun and summer's fuss.