Answer:
The faster you run, the harder it is to catch me. What am I?
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
Lovely and round I shine with pale light grown in the darkness a lady's delight.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?