by Eric Kibitel Bay Shore High School Award Winner
I've thought myself a fortress
on a floating island
and in my head
the grass is green
and the wind gently blows.
Lightning's a friend that travels beside it,
a shield and a muse that never shines.
I sit atop
and stare off from the island
inside my fortress are halls of iron
and in these halls
walk glass men.
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