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.

Pudding, wine or sometime soon. If you dry me out, I rhyme with noon.

I’m a cauldron that brews without flame or fire, where mountains of foam rise, fade, and expire. Once done, you drain away what I once held tight, a perfect place to get clean day and night.

Worldwide, it most frequently includes red, And is usually displayed proudly overhead. It can be thrown when bad deeds are around But many should never, ever touch the ground.