The Lighthouse at The End of The World

Short poem.

The Keeper Peers Out From Atop The Lighthouse

At The Rushing Ocean Pouring Down

Into The Perpetually Somber Abyss

At The Cliffs of Worlds End

Afar in The Placid Waters of The North

A Ship Unwaveringly Approaches

The Sky Swiftly Darkens

As The Clouds of an Implacable Storm Settles In

And As The Winds Start Churning The Calm Water

The Keeper Turns On The Beacon, and Sounds The Siren

Fog Promptly Immerses The World in It's Haze

Shrouding His Surveying of The Ship

Being Tossed in The Now Violent Water

Rain Pours Down Steadily

Waves Crash Down Upon the Shore of The Small Isle

The Keeper Watches in Vain For The Approaching Ship

Desperately Hoping It Was Able To Change Course

From The Inevitable Demise It Will Face

If It Continues The Same Route

Hours Pass Before The Storm Lets Up

The Fog Lifts, and The Rain Turns Into a Slight Drizzle

Below The Keeper Spots The Ship

Sails Now Furled

The Ship Safetly Anchored Off The Rocks

Its Crew Now Resting At a Safe Haven

At The Lighthouse at The End of The World

Reviews

[Relic]

~I enjoyed your little story told in poetic form. Lighthouses are like the mother guiding the son home to safely. The caps on all the lines might be a bit annoying for some readers, I would advise using lower case lettering.~