My Prison Keep

What’s this! I know
Be it a Shelter though
What it is for sure, It is right here!
Thank God we arrived, before the blizzard Snow
But in a place, that’s quite odd, and queer
Because there’s no Town, that’s Far, or Near.
With accommodations, on a frozen lake,
On the Longest Day, of the Year.
I gave the Porter a hand to shake
This was a Monumental! and Colossal mistake,
He told us the floor is not to sweep,
Much like, the blizzard’s, Snowy Downy Flake
We prayed our prayers, of Light and Deep
To protect us, in our Prison Keep
And Now, all I have is time to sleep,
With more Time, to Sleep