A two-wheeled transport from the past, To add two more, remove my last. Different beasts can steer my course, But don’t put me before the horse.

At the start of an intro or the end of a line Fish might get caught on it while they dine With a curve and a point it draws them in And in writing it is there to make you listen

Among the four, I represent West. But I am king of the East, Engaged in eternal conflict with the dragon.

I am your border for privacy, or simply to add scenery. I can be made from many materials, and many old dreams have a white version of me.

Arr matey, in the shadow of fortune's gleam, a green-eyed Kraken stirs the dream. With a heart as restless as the sea, this beast be what makes ye wish to be free.