Lighthouse

Did the tendrils of despair ever clutch so tight?

Or the whispers of the wind carry their message so far?

What, for the love of one woman

Stir up the sand, stir up the sea

On one lonely night, let the fires of a cold truth tell their morbid secret

Masked by darkness, distance, dishonor

What, to show her face, but hide the face of a jackal

The lonely lighthouse shines its beam out to sea

And the ship dashes its debris on the rocks

Ignorant in the face of danger

Defiant

The driftwood slowly drowns

Sucked down by the caustic grinding of time

And the lighthouse stands there still

Beckoning