You see me upon the ocean high, with white horses I ride. Foundations plunge down to the depths beneath but not to anchor me.

Having a key is not enough for you to go back home. You have to put your key in this too. Not all locks have this.

I arrive without footsteps, lace windows in silver veins, turn puddles into mirrors and lakes into locked doors. I bite without teeth, preserve without mercy, and vanish when kissed by fire.

Pair me with a dragon, though stranger things still play, Filled with beasts and lurking dread along a shadowed way. Prisoner or adventurer, to me you’re drawn by fate, Survive my trials in the game, and treasure crowns your plate.

Jacks and Lizzie have both made my name, I’m from olden times, up to modern day flames. Iron, wedge, no putter. Would spread like butter. Mini me. Look down to hatch it. Ask dyslexic. Cutter.