I envelop your points, yet I’m chiseled at mine. A tool for the bold. Ghost of forms, over lines. I draw your attention. I’m the neon in spines. At venues I’m mentioned, then a thousand stars shine.

Golden brown spongey stacks, extra syrup heart attacks.

Christopher Walken may have wanted more cowbell, but the Tin Man wanted this. Dorothy don't forget the hinges and joints!

I am the beach, but not the sea. I am a castle, but not a king.

I can be crushed into dust or worn in a crown, I can be smoked in the alley by a crackhead downtown. I am older than trees, though I don't have a tongue, And I roll with the music when anthems are sung. A single thin sheet can defeat all my might, But I’ll shatter steel blades if they challenge a fight. What am I ?