My castle stands tall and proud
above sad shades of blue and green

The sea is chasing the mango sunset
that is burning above the horizon

The big bare sky
has blending colours of pink and brown

In the distance the clouds are like warriors
fighting in a never ending battle

The isolated cliffs are like chipped peices of solid gold
locked in the most dirty dull dark prison

The castle Is made of old chisled stone
strong enough that the most treacherous beast
will not be able to enter

The turrets are like dragon skins
rotting in the damp rain

The wind carries the golden flag
through the emerald hills

This is my castle
What is yours?