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 make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
What letter comes next: O T T F F S S ?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.