I follow you without a sound I vanish when the dark comes around What am I

What redundancy? My name? Sure, they’re technically the same. First: Green, purple, red or white. Last: Cornucopias looming fame Together I’m still my last name though, and my first is also. If you dried me out like my first, the raise in would be colossal.

Find a four leafed version of me for good luck

Beware of the giants They've monstrous ways They'll tear you in half And then lift you towards space One after another They'll rip off your lungs To inquire of the spirits If love found their one Your brothers and sisters Lie dead in their hair Beware of the giants, My beauties, beware

Not present, nor one who repents. I coil my words with dark accents, Can you guess my intents?