I'm armed from head to toe but never fight I thrive on thirst beneath the burning sky I bloom where beauty has no right The desert holds me, dare to try it?

In winter's grip, I hang so sly, A frozen spike against the sky. A drip turned solid, sharp and bright, I gleam in morning's first light.

Corridors snaking and doubling back in impossible configurations. If you escape earn a solid congratulations.

I once was a house beneath the blue, now I'm a gift on the beach for you. My first three are large and salty, I share my next five with an oil company.

I'm soft and comfy, and I'm known to keep you warm, though your arms remain free, of my supple embrace. Now I hope you see the answer, but don't forget one thing, that second letter E, should in fact be an A. I stretch across large areas, I am sorry to confuse, I wanted to see, who can read better than me.