Breakpoint

Vanquished from the bitter ambiance A lone pillar out at sea the sound of birds flocking a narrow passage of water leading to a small island no tempers of fire a fulfillment of one's inner desire hunt and gather for your dinner a good cause to boast like a drifting seagull out on the coast the island had little pigs good for dinner it was the breakpoint A beautiful companion The place where dreams were made more of a fantasy island many have found vast amounts of riches there you can bask in the vast expanse without a worry or a care