I can move you across water, but I cannot help you at all, on land. People use me to row and row.

I can inform, but I cannot speak. People use me to escape reality.

I dwell where fire once kissed the stone, in silent cliffs and caverns grown. I’m born in time, through pressure deep, yet in my gleam, no light shall sleep. Kings have craved my glassy might; dark as night. Sharp as light. What am I?

Stuck in my plastic cage like a rabid animal. Snapping and hissing when pressures released. Dark like the tar, but sweet like honey, Competing with my red rival, some corporate beast.

Born of man from weapons of old, With blade and bow I guard your gold. My purpose is clear: to prevent your fear. so I clamp my teeth and turn my head. All so you can go to bed.