Breakpoint

Vanquished from the bitter ambiance
A lone pillar out at sea
the sound of birds flocking
a narrow passage of water
leading to a small island
no tempers of fire
a fulfillment of one's inner desire
hunt and gather for your dinner
a good cause to boast
like a drifting seagull out on the coast
the island had little pigs good for dinner
it was the breakpoint
A beautiful companion
The place where dreams were made
more of a fantasy island
many have found vast amounts of riches there
you can bask in the vast expanse without a worry or a care