Lighthouse

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Hans Zimmer “Light”

Through cloak of mist
Cuts the blade
Severing shadowed sheath
Of sundown bequeathed
As it handsomely flays

The lighthouse stands tall atop the rocky crag
Its call a solitary stab of all-embracing light
Orbital to all who fall between the day and night
Lose their way and wander right into the habitation site of faceless eyes where situation might well then arise
Those in throes of fear and loathing
Something wicked fast approaching
All at sea midst waves encroaching
Rising
Falling
Decomposing
Terrorizing enterprise
For every time it ventures blind
Dead inside to all that it proposes

Midst sand-glittered spears
And the tears of the damned
It advances
Glancing the scarab husk tide
It delights in the siren song blooming the music of chance
Illuminating blackened hearts
Rejuvenating abbatoirs
Human aging thing of past
Communicating art of dance
A timeless waltz in fine white quartz
No crawlspace left uncharted
Dearly warding rumoured soon departed
The lighthouse stands tall atop the rocky crag
Its call to all those out of favour, muted, disregarded

Of travellers tales
It prevails
Pumps blood through the veins of the sails
Dovetailing very most ungrateful gales
Nimble this pure white gown trails
Singling out the devout as it douses the shadows unhallowed in narrowed surmount
Straight through the never
It severs the tethers of weathered endeavours undressed by self-doubt
Braiding the faded to light masquerading within very shade that it famously scouts
The lighthouse stands tall atop the rocky crag
Its call to all those it will not endorse to see bled out

Through cloak of mist
Cuts the blade
Severing shadowed sheath
Of sundown bequeathed
As it handsomely flays