Analysis of Cottage

I dwell in a cottage.
not the biggest one but the best one
I'd never move out, even if haunted
For it, demons I'd fight. even if my sky forever goes blind.

My cottage is not made of wood, but flowers.
placed gracefully in the middle of an endless forest
Sunlight makes it glisten, cleansing it with light shower
—A heart stopping work of art by an expert artist

As said before, I've got the best home.
I've had dreams and nightmares there, all of them special
where else would i go? nowhere else i can call home.
Like a sunflower's boredom when feeling drops of dew on his petals.

Beauty not the only trait; strong as well.
At night trees become monsters, their fangs and claws out
But my cottage locks the door when I get in
Safe and sound, and away from that evil crowd.

No disaster can ruin my home, no storm nor rain
And even if they do, I'll rebuild the remains.