Answer:
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
Better touch me before you proceed to second. What am I?
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?