A Lighthouse In The Darkness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Who will steer my course?
A poor-wretched galley slave
less-my-chains sat in isolation.
Like a bat in its cavernous-cave
But unlike a pandemic bat-
in their minion clinging waves
I've no dark underlings to comfort me,
but I do have someone singular.
In this lockdown to-confide in,
she is a lighthouse in the darkness.
Untainted and irreplaceable;
unique in many—ways a beacon,
I would indefinitely always follow.
If she was to leave tomorrow, I'd-
no doubts linger in her every shadow?