Amidst the tempest, a light so bright,
Guardians of the night, shining with might.
Against the dark, they stand so tall,
Guiding sailors, through the squall.

Their beams cut through the foggy veil,
A promise of safety, where ships prevail.
On rocky shores, they hold their ground,
In silence, their wisdom profound.

The keepers of secrets, of storms and calm,
With their light, they weave a soothing psalm.
Ancient towers, with stories untold,
Through ages past, their light unfolds.

A symbol of hope, a beacon to guide,
In their glow, fears subside.
Forever standing, in sun and storm,
Lighthouses, in their steadfast form.