In the figurative I'm complex, messy and difficult to escape. Litterally, I'm a swamp, bog, marsh or wet land. The final clue will give it away... Giggity.

I kiss the grass with silver white, while stars still guard the fading night. Though sparkling bright for all to see, the sun soon melts my artistry.

I am a geological formation both natural and man-made. People travel from far and wide to see me due to my rarity. I cannot function without the magna beneath. You may think you know me, but think more fluidly.

A word for the best tales and the mountain heights

Long and slimy, I’m always wet With a sheen to my skin that contrasts the black Beware my power, trust me, you aren’t ready I’ll shock you into oblivion if you dare try to handle me