I can make you smile. And keep smiling until it clicks. I can shoot for a mile Or close up, or even on sticks.

Like a heart beat in a chest Like a fist on an armored vest Like a thing that goes bump In the night... A sound that can be such a fright.

A solitary giant, standing tall and silent, guardian of stories untold, carved by time's steady hand, unmoved by the waves of change.

Made from sand, I let you see, but one wrong move can shatter me.

In the whisper of quills, it flows like rivers of midnight, captured in the dance of feathered scribes, painting stories without uttering a single sound.