I'm old but hot. I bring joy and life to a place but illusion and death to others. Without me, everything gets cold. What am I?

I flutter in silence, yet rule with might, wings painted in crimson sunset, or robes edged in light. In gardens I dance, in courts I preside, a creature, a crown, two worlds I divide.

I am shaped by needles, but I do not hurt. People often dress me.

I stand alone where life feels dry, A silent guard beneath wide sky. I drink just once, then hold it tight, And bear my swords without a fight.

No one can control me, those who try will find out. Some say I'm all wind, though there's more than that about. Even at my most furious, I'm calm when looked in the eye. Eventually, my wrath will pass by.