A mountain
Faced of earth
Iron at its core
A tip like a blade
Earth at its peak no more

A great iron wall
To hold in its place
A bustling palace
With no human king

Cities surround
Low to the ground
As they envy the mound
The king of trade
And the endless supply

When approached
The palace not dare
To give even the slightest
Evil stare

"Take what you will"
Say every wise man
"For we are not unfair,
No war should be declared"
Say every wise soul

Every city takes
As much as they will
Some leave in its place
Food or things of great taste

But the strength of iron
Is to be unmatched
So city upon city
They all attacked

Not one city
Is to be left bare
Each with its own
Scar or tear

There was but one place
Left to thrive
The palace among
The cities that die

An unspoken agreement
That the palace be kept
For its people never left
With such great source
They must have one great force

When cities collapsed
And lands lay bare
The cities that remained
Thought it unfair
One little palace be left to stare

The suniest day
Brighter than the rest
The iron tip
Looked its best
A reminder of the palace gift