Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.