Born in the east where scholars made their mark, A silent skin for thought, from light to dark. I carry vows and wars, both truth and caper, Fold me, burn me, sign me, what am I?

Deep beneath the foaming billows Something suddenly amiss, As a creature wakes from slumber In the bottomless abyss. And a panic fills the ocean, Every fish and frenzied flea, For the ...... has awakened at the bottom of the seas.

Both ancient and modern, old: a scripture on solid, but today it’s updated, a screen to teach knowledge. Or more likely watch clips, while taking your sips, playing games, or doom scrolling, kids’ screen time needs to dip.

Formed from clay, shapeless, yet controlled by the oppressed unbound. I rise by command, not will or chance, made to protect my makers. I guard those in control, not for toll or gain, but to keep my charge safe and free.

In realms where dragons dance and emperors reign, thou art the stone of sages and sovereigns, a gleam 'midst gossamer dreams, whispering wealth and wisdom and an ever sheen