Fortress
Welcome to my home stranger,
Wipe your coats and hang up your shoes,
Make yourself at home please,
It is my fortress,
My sanctum,
My workshop,
Within its walls lies wonder,
And a hint of madness,
Here manifests my literary alchemy,
My lyrical experimentation,
It is a realm of perpetual loneliness,
But also true clarity,
I write every colour under the sun,
Angels in freefall playing violins,
Ballet with stars,
Dragons saving damsels,
Ghosts in pitched food-fights,
And heroes with villainous grins,
Stories and sonnets,
Poems and poesy,
This playground has all of these,
And so much more,
This is my castle,
This is my fortress,
Safe from the siege of outside rationality,
Safe from the slings and arrows of the world,
Safe from sanity.
WorldofHarley 
yes. this one works for me. it is creepy and clever. the world of rationality intrudes too much
Thank you kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin