drenched in sadness the clouds are crying
wrapping the skies in a sheet dark and dull
cracks in the land's breaking rocky skull
swallowing waves leaving them dying

far out a tower, a lonely beacon
a lighthouse in darkness missing its light
mist closing in with its fist clenched tight
the fear to lose bearing my vigour will weaken

lightheaded hope for a gleam down the breakwater
a narrow path stretching from the beach
leading to the tower so near yet hard to reach
the razor-sharp shore foretelling manslaughter