Entered, June 28, 2026
A stoic sentinal midst waves, you staunchly stand erect and tall. Emerged in frothy, churning white, you hold your own in nature’s squall. Atop, your beacon light shines bright to let the mariners know well, there is a guardian at sea that can be seen above the swell. How stoic now you bravely stand, against the terror of this storm. Your eyes look out with searching beams for those caught in the sea, forlorn. What glory when your light is seen above the mountains of white waves. Salvation in your light of red denies the sea more mortal graves.
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