In some hands a weapon, stronger than any blade A marvelous invention, one of the best ever made A variety of dreams can I create, And yet with different meaning I enclose with a gate. What am I?

Born with a brother, yet alone I stand. Among all the earth, I prefer the land. I speak with tongues but make no sound, My skin is worn where paths are found. I leave my mark, then fade from view, Where I am, there you are too.

Born for the sea, I snare the prize. I hold the catch without a hook. Reborn on legs to tease the eyes, Wear me, I’ll turn heads to look.

Built by children near the shore Protected by knights in historical lore

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