The Lighthouse

The lighthouse stands alone on the cliff
shining it's light out over the sea.
Through rain, and snow, and monstrous storms
it stands to protect the sailor's fleet.


I have a secret. It's a secret love of lighthouses. The stories they hold inside them, and the mystery that lay deep inside it's heart. You can climb to the top, and on quiet nights, you can hear the moans and cries of those who didn't heed the light's warning, and continued on their path to doom. Looking down you can see the waves tearing at the cliffs, as though they were trying to tear the traitorous lighthouse down from it's peak. The sea claims the lives of those who ignore the warning, and the light stands diligently upon it's perch sending out signal after signal to warn of the danger. It's an on going battle between good, and well, not so good. The sea, she hungers, and she hungers to control all that ride upon her, but the light house never backs down and keeps another feast from the hungry sea's belly. The sea in her anger throws vicious tantrums causing the wind to howl, and the rain to tear at the lone figure on the cliffs, yet the lighthouse holds true, knowing that giving up and dying would only cause those less fortunate to fall into the depths of the sea. The lighthouse sees the dangers, and sends her signal to those travelers who pass her way. She's a lone soldier, doing her duty, sparing the lives of many who float upon the sea's fascinating surface.