Tiny glimpses are all you see

When you attempt to scrutinize me

Walls of rock built with paper

My keeper is a grim curator

Angry eyes and very sharp teeth

He may bite you from underneath

I pay him in bits of affection

So he will guard my small collection

To those who strive to figure me out

Your promises hold no clout

Any attempt to bribe your way in

Will be met with his chagrin

So take your swords and battle plan

My brave knight is a clever man

I will smile at your defeat

You should have been more indiscreet