I’m made of many materials; most notably gold or pearl. I’m used to gain entry. I can also be an ending to words to indicate a scanda, like water or Iran.

I have a thin body and a thirsty head of hair I spend my life dipping into rainbows but I never really care I can bring memories to life and even recreate the dead Though I have no mouth I can bleed the colour red

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

My first three are what you need to decipher a code. My last four are what Stanley Yelnats dug a bunch of Together, I’m where you can put your ear to try and eavesdrop through a closed door.

I could be whole or split in two. I never wear a jacket but I sometimes wear a shoe. I’m hard as a stone, but I’m not a bone