I am a shoe made from a fragile mold, More delicate than silver, more brilliant than gold. I left my twin at a midnight ball, And caused a great hunt for the fairest of all.

I sit above kings, yet I rule no land, I am worn by the mighty, the meek and the Wild, But never by a soldier, servant or child. What am I?

Pirates hunt me, dragons hoard me, maps may guide explorers toward me. Some of me may shine and gleam, yet I am more than I first seem.

Some are built of stone In ancient and desert lands Others are built on a lie grown Promising riches that slip through hands

The result of mirrors and light A permanent portal to the past Memories tangible through touch and thought