I wear a coat of green armor but have no wars to fight.I drink deeply when it rains but can survive months without a sip.Touch me and I will bite, yet inside I hold a hidden well.

Golden hues descend, Daylight's final, warm embrace, Night's soft veil is spun.

I weave a web of silver silk to catch my prey. I have eight legs and many eyes. I hide in corners and wait for a fly. What am IA

I hang in the sky each night with a silver glow. I pull the tides and light the dark. I wax and wane but never go. What am I

I lay out yonder, all busted and flat, Was livin' just fine, but now I ain't that. Folks honk and they swerve, or maybe they don't. What am I, y'all, that's gone and been smote?