I built my fortress strong and sure,
the careful construct of my redoubt.
The first outer walls were slightly sloped
To deflect the slings of enemies without.
I built each layer with loving care.
The sand and water mix was true,
and inch by inch I guarded well
So with time the battlements grew.
A perfect structure, I was sure,
As I affixed tower and stair.
A steeple from the chapel rose
And pierced the pure sea air.
This miniature Camelot
Mirrored my soul and spirit
The tide then turned, and the water lapped
But my ego did not hear it...
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