Flying-Cupboard

Solitude, a city in the mountains, watching the world, Surrounded by walls, Thirty feet tall, Craft of stone, No roads lead to the kingdom reaching for clouds, Not a stranger walks in, not a citizen walks out. Solitude, the fortress where siege lays futile, 'Don't challenge the high ground,' assumes every general. War comes and goes, conflict– passes by, As citizens of Solitude watch with careful eyes. Solitude, my reprieve, my guardian through and through, These walls stand strong along this lone mountain, Not gunpowder will break it, not steel, nor time. Solitude, I pledge you my loyalty, as thunder blares like cannon fire.