I glow long after the blaze has died, A whisper of warmth you cannot hide. Hold me close for I am small With just a breath, again, I'll heat your hall.

Brightly lit by nighttime’s light, a reflection off one of our two current satellites, as the light hits the liquid, it reflects skyward, and reflections from the sun come down. This word comes second, five letters in total: what is a way to describe a bright reflection? Put together, the combination is illegal, though really just means homemade booze.

I'm often found in stone, but never in a ring. I wait with patience for a fly, then unroll my spring. I'm a prince in a story, under a spell so deep. But in your garden, after rain, from my damp corner I leap. What am I?

I am soft to the touch yet I move like liquid. I have a tongue that is very rough. Pet me and I may make sound. touch my tail and I might scratch you up. what am I?

The sparkle of dew when a winter morning awakens, and the famous writer of the road not taken