Haunted Lighthouse
In the tower where the sea churns cold and deep,
A lone light flickers while the watchers sleep.
Winds carry whispers up the spiral stair,
And moon stains dance upon the weathered air.
Footsteps echo though the lantern’s glow,
Where once a keeper watched the waves below.
His duty ended where the shadows creep,
Now his vigil haunts the beams he swore to keep.
On storm-spent nights his figure walks the rim,
His silent call lost in the fog so dim.
Here the sea and spirit blur without a seam—
A lighthouse lit by memory and dream.
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