The Lighthouse by Chesney Peyton | Poetry

The Lighthouse

by Chesney Peyton

 

Off somewhere in the distance
the waves slip out to sea
A moment’s worth of silence, and
a voice, it beckons me
With the sound of hungry seagulls
In the shape of an ancient wonder
Amidst a tide of salty tears
and the cry of rolling thunder
Stands a force with to be reckoned
through the mist just off the shore
Casting light of a thousand angels
down upon the Gods of war
A beacon to the fear within
a lonely castaway
A gentle hand guides from the rage
broken vessels gone astray
In the face of bitter tragedy
making everything alright
In the eye of the darkest storms
You’ve become my shining knight.

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