Named for a distant planet, and yet found on Earth. Baked and scorched as I circle the heavens, yet I'll go to pieces if I lose my cool on the ground. A staple of alchemical formulae, once thought of as alive but I often bring death. Which element am I?

I consider myself quite the individual. When my life’s over I leave a shiny residual. I float, and I flitter swirling like glitter A finger may catch me But only, momentarily

Six shots to be fired from the chambers of this gun. And in a round-about way, I am what the Earth is to the Sun.

Schools and parents fear me. People use me to kill, but I am neither poison nor weapon. I am safe for the majority to consume, but fatal to a select few.

Who in the night can you hear Who in the night do littles fear Who in the night can still see Who in the night does not sleep