I'm a word that's short, but points to you, A reflection of self, in a word or two, Without I, there's no story to tell.

Inside its farmhouse, you must steal its white pearls, lest its owner eats it first.

A dragons name and mine are the same, His vowels are A and U and I’m O. k? His smoke comes from fire, I come from valets. City blanket lay heavy, My creator: My prey.

An object with two forms, found not where dry The first form spreads its aluminum ribs to the skies, The other form, sharp as can be. A metal skewer to all whom sees.

Silent architect of stories, giving voice to actors' dreams, its pages shape worlds unseen on screens.