the coast cries green
shrouding it in moss
only to be stripped by the tide
except the mantle on its shoulders
rudely awakened by an unseen visitor
it holds its lamp to the sea
scaring the ghosts
and reminding the ships of home
the moon draws a line in the water
as it rises again
daring the dark things
to devour the shore
raging the darkness comes
striking at the moon
with static spite
and the lighthouse fights back the storm














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