I can be symbolic, of friendships and love, I can be a talisman, to ward and protect. I can be access to venues and hotel pools, I can alert you of medical conditions. Some use me to show support for a cause, And many wear me just for fun, to compliment their look and arm.

I’m long, I’m royal, and I’m held with pride, A firm little symbol kings keep by their side. I’m stroked, I’m polished, I’m raised when they’re bold. What am I?

I hang in front but I’m not a door, I catch your messes, spills, and more. In kitchens and shops, I’m often worn- What am I, tied on before the work is born?

In scattered realms I find my form, a picture's tale in pieces born. A fitting dance of edge and groove, together bound, I smoothly move.

I’m a witch’s ride-share and the tool for your least favorite chore.