Answer:
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.