A lighthouse stands firm,
Before the storm.
First to see its dark form,
The horizon no more.
Caustic clouds curl in,
The birds are now swarming,
Winds whirling, swirling,
Waves hurling towards,
It's solid foundation.
A warning of it's invasion,
Signaling its activation.
Standing tall before it all,
Shining a silent call,
A lighthouse refuses to fall.
Confidently embracing the Squall,
As harsh rains beat down the walls.
Still it's light calls to all,
Lost and weary, ready to fall.
A guiding light,
Shining so bright,
Exposing obstacles,
Through the dark night.
Steering you right,
Safety is in sight.
Standing strong despite,
The storms harsh bite.
Lighthouses remain a beacon,
A Brilliant hope gleaming,
As we're careening,
Through the storms,
Of our Dark Night.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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