Guided By The Beacon
(Dedicated to J-thankyou for always being there for me)
Weathering an illustrious storm in an arrogant sea
swallowed by despair
In the deception of the darkest hour
left to quell in the pale horse glare
With the rage of tedious tides gnashing at her tattered soul
on the onslaught of the angry gales
Held in the grips of demise
facing the wrath of enraged swells
Her spirit feeble
she relinquishes all hope to the cryptic darkness
aimlessly drifting in the night
A vessel waning in distress
damaged from the plight
Till a distant beam gave way
extending out his hand
To bestow her with hope
illuminating her a passage way back to land
Abolishing the essence of isolation she felt
enveloping her with tranquil calm and grace
A weary vessel retrieved from sea
Guided by the beacons embrace.
