Twin Beacons.

A Poem by Pentarch

Depicts a dream I had, it's not my best, but I'm alright with that, it's something finally after months of Writer's Block. :

Lines cast, yet not truly recieved,
Shorelines mark a salvation.
Undertow grasps tight, submerging
the raft unmercifully.
Passengers, lest any be rejoined
tides shall claim them.
Salt ceases everything, frozen,
calcified within their doubts.
Twin beacons pierce the horizon,
horns sound a rallying cry.
Washed up, and dragged down,
the captain refuses the call.
For every good sailor must
go down with their vessel.
Empty caskets set out to rest,
roses dipped in tell tale scarlet.
Last rites recited, lifting the
anchoring plights, forgotten.