Some of my kind are born in darkness, yet spend their lives aglow. Others find their fame on screens, while fans watch them steal the show.

Partner of crackle and pop Also a farmer's green pea crop Or happens when fingers meet Or to a twig under feet

I bear no crown, yet I rule the night, I spit hot fire, but I look soft and white. I am a compass with no needle to spin, Guiding the lost by the fire within. If I collapse under my own heavy weight, Even the light cannot flee from my fate. I sink to a shadow where light cannot run, A heavy dark graveyard that swallowed a sun.

We all play air versions of these, stroking imaginary air keys. Hit a nice chord with this actual thing, you'll likely be strumming on a ______ string.

The first word of a babys lullaby, as a dad, its a pleasant thing to hear. In Batman, a whole arc bears my name, worn by a foe who keeps his purpose unclear. All told, Im a simple word for quiet, spoken with kindness or command.