I offer a roof to the hunted and a shield to the weak. I am a place of safety when your own home turns bleak. I am not a house you buy, but a status you crave, A promise of peace from the shores of the brave.

A tiny book of you, dutifully keeping track of all of your wanderings. This book may be all about you, but it is a highly treasured key! Keep it secret, keep it safe, and all will be well.

I dwell where giants stand apart, a lower place with quiet heart. Where waters run and wild things roam, between the peaks I make my home.

What’s stepped on in order to be carved? Made in order to be taken. Or chosen at a fork?

Stalwart giant, reaching high, rooted strong in earth, you scrape the sky. From your lofty perch, horizons unfold, tales of height and strength are told , someone was held captive by me for years in a fairytale.