In the heart of the tempest’s embrace,
Where waves clash with fervent might,
A steadfast sentinel stands its place,
Casting hope through the darkest night.

Its beam cuts through the swirling mist,
A dance of light on the ocean’s edge,
A guardian whose presence persists,
Anchored upon a rocky ledge.

Mariners chart their course by its glow,
A beacon of safety, a guiding star,
Through howling winds and undertow,
It whispers of shorelines yet afar.

Oh lighthouse, keeper of stories untold,
Witness to journeys, both bold and frail,
Your light, a promise in the cold,
A silent tale in every gale.