The sun has set, Helios has done his lapse. It's dark, and humans are getting ready for bed.

Encasing equipment and likely some feed. A bed for the foal to grow to the steed. When told your doors open, a warning to heed. A structure of red, near fields full of seed.

You live upon a tiny speck somewhere deep inside of me, a spiral path of glistening mist, beyond what the eye can see. Have you guessed yet? I am the ...

Either this riddle is the greatest, or it's allergy season in the hive...

A small little thing, with a heck of an effect, once lodged in a lions paw. Take it out and make a friend, just ask Androcles.