I have a storm still castle

Buried treasure ships

The truth is I am important

There is no no love or hate

My body trained special forces

Magic and black hill spells

My garden grows huge prize winners

Fresh water from my self-dug will

It's cold inside my house

The windows to feel your breath

This riffle is loaded ready

With cross cut ill open death

The forest I invented

Is for breaks and battleships

That rock you are now holding

Is new rock from the underplace

I'll reuse and recycle

The meals hopeless folk

And ate by for just freezer

Access to land by boat

Candles in fresh aroma

A low ring far is with

Reminds me of supermarkets

Before they returned to bets