In the night, a steadfast light, guiding ships far from plight. Like a lantern on a wintry night, it stands firm, clear, and bright.

I am born in a bed, but I am never asleep. I have a bank, but I have no money. I can freeze your movement, yet I am always in motion. I carry your reflections, but I have no memory. What am I?

Billy was one, which made six, and made geography harder to learn. Salty, not sweet, I need some work before you drink.

I surround the castle walls, because apparently a wall wasn’t enough.

I hold no voice, yet directions I speak, Standing tall for the lost and the weak. With wooden arms pointing left, right, and ahead, I guide every step where your journey is led.