She stands there, Tall and unloving,
I see her from my window every morning,
The sun rising over her tall crown forming a halo..
A specter of times old past,
Her walls caked brown with blood and rust,
Her lantern a window to her empty soul..
They called her the devils daughter reborn,
Many nights has she led ravaged sailors onto jagged rocks,
Only to their death as the terrible waves sprayed at her feet..
Her beacon, like a siren draws them near,
Her one glowering yellow eye lighting their fearful hearts,
Land, they think, and thank the gods of the sea and storm..
They don't know it was him who brought them there, broke them,
Up her spiral iron steps he goes, every single stormy night,
Lights her up with a wick, lights up her spirit, her soul..
He was the only one who came looking for her in the calm,
In the wake of the destruction at her feet, he cleaned up, took away the wreckage, the soul-less corpses..
Him with his golden eyes and brown mouth,
He was the only one who wanted her, needed her..
Her keeper, her savior, her lover..
Five years he served her as did she,
His coffers filled with rubies and gold,
Spoils of a wreck they created, spoils of their love..
Until one day they came, guns and cannons hidden in plain sight..
They would not leave unless their infamous love was torn apart,
bleed he did, and with every last of his breath she turned into stone..
20 years hence, in the dark sea mist, her light still shines through,
At rests of 10 seconds it seeps through my room,
As I lay awake and stare at my roof..
Her light a thousand stars through my tattered drapes,
Wondering did she ever wonder as i do?
That He is the reason for her stone cold heart?
Her light answers with the untold story,
beckon it does not sailors anymore..
Forever searching for that familiar touch, that familiar light..
And Even now, all she wished upon was him.
