Whether as a guardian pig, Or a building like a mighty fortress, Your precious possessions find refuge in me.

In shadows deep and secrets bound, where dragons sleep and chains abound. A realm of quests, lost tales, and lore, the heart of adventure's core.

I am used, never kept full, what you give I expel. Yet you need me. See the transfer? Nothing given back fell. Kept behind doors in darkness, until you need my help. Corner cavern arachnids, Or a twister may dwell.

I reach to the sky, though arms I have none. The top of a cathedral, or a point of alarm. I the tip of a tower, tapering up with silent power.

I glide without wheels through streets made of waves, or hang from a cable with mountain views to gaze. One rides the water, one rides the sky, both carry travelers passing by.