The Lighthouse stood like a sturdy sentinel
On the windswept hill
Casting it's long, slanting shadow across the
Bright field of yellow daisies
The golden sun melted quickly below the
Horizon line as the purple/pink twilight sky began to fade
Beneath the lofty hill, the angry waves
Battered fiercely against the rugged rocks
With splashing sounds that echoed along the deserted beach
As the relentless wind rustled the palm trees' leaves that lined the
Deserted shore of sand and driftwood.
Crafty night approached quietly with its cavalcade of
Twinkling stars in tow and wrapped it's dark essence
Like a devouring serpent around the lonely lighthouse
Leaving only its faithful searchlight spinning and
Spinning like a carousel in the dark lonely night
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