Answer:
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
What turns everything around but does not move?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Brings the sky a lot closer.