far beyond the watchtowers
exists a world
cold, hard and brutal
where people live
and people die
and I?
I go there sometimes
when I must
but never could I think
of staying there forever
or too long.
Within the walls
lies the palace
and there I live
with my loved one
warm and secure
peaceful and happy
the envy of the world
for we have that
which few others have
especially those
out there.
The people gather at the gates
angry fists raised
seeking to take what is ours
and leave us
with what they have
which is nothing
the towers watch on
the shifting crowd uneasy
waiting their moment
but the guards are round the palace
and we shall not fall