I am an uninhabited island.
A tiny speck in a sea
Of beautifully inhabited jewels
That dot the azure waters.
I rest comfortably upon my perch,
Ever keeping a constant vigil,
Always ready to protect the integrity
Of my sacred space.
The occasional visitor basks in the loveliness
Of my shores,
And bathes in the warm cleansing surf.
Those who are proven unworthy of my paradise
Are banished mercilessly
With a fierce barrage of gunfire,
Restoring my sanctuary to its pristine condition.
How long will I lord over my kingdom,
Ever watching and protecting
But never partaking of all it has to offer?
Being an island can be a lonely place.