The old Man and the Light House

The sea is ever in raged… entombed on the rock and locked away in a kelp like cage…

There is a man, old and frail… takes upon this cold, dark and lonely trail… to his light house by the sea…

His audience waits ever so patiently…he’s been here before, a time or two… then again so have you…

up and around, around and around… steel, wood and glass… bricks of stone…

the man climbs his castle, ever so alone… the roll and rage rips though the night…

flicker and flash, guiding the way by candle light… glass so clear, smooth and cold…

In his castle atop the world, ever so wet with raging cold…

a spark… tiny explosion, bursts light across the sea… Gray and dark wiped by the a streak of light…  The cry’s and screams settle upon the night…

fading softly as the waves crash… for on this day… the castle lost its light…

only for a moment… that’s all it took… the man could only watch, terrifying as it was…

the sea took them all… raise up above… and in this moment, the seas went flat…

paying respect to those never coming back…

The old man walked down… slow with pain… tight in his heart…

the sea had struck again…

 

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