The Dead Light

The dead light, it flickers weak,

A dying flame that cannot speak,

Its glow a ghost of what it used to be,

A memory of life, now lost at sea.

Once it danced with joy and might,

Guiding ships through the darkest night,

A beacon of hope, a guiding star,

But now it fades, like a dying scar.

The whispers of the wind, they mourn,

For the light that once would adorn,

The lonely shores, the treacherous waves,

And now it fades, into the abyss it paves.

But still it shines, though faint and dim,

A symbol of what once had been,

A warning to those who dare to roam,

And a memory of a lighthouse home.

So let the dead light continue to shine,

A reminder of a life divine,

And though its flame may flicker and fade,

It will forever be a guide and aid.

Just letting out some words. Hope you like it ;)