The Lighthouse
Alone on the cliff edge it stays
Dominant and silent but also mysterious in many ways.
The navigator, emitting light to guide in darkness
It's brightness, it's alertness stops this.
It's eyes pierce through the nights sky
Creating a beautiful horizon
A tear to a sailor's eye.
For the lighthouse is comfortable alone
The reason it's made the cliff it's home.
It's stands on the cliff edge
Not of torment, wanting to descend
But a figure so bright, so immortal
That on the cliff edge it will forever ascend.
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