Monday, July 27, 2015

And So Its Watch Begins

There is a lonely island
Hosting a lonely soul 
That manages a lighthouse
Making the rounds 
Cleaning the lens
Keeping the fire alive 
Not as a beacon 
But as a warning 
The lonely soul is an
Ugly creature
Far too ugly to see the day
And the lonely island is
Its undying death sentence 

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