Amidst the tempest's raging roar, Where waves collide on distant shores, Stands a beacon, steadfast and bright, Guiding souls through the darkest night. High upon the rocky crag it stands, A sentinel of hope across the lands. Its lantern, fueled by celestial fire, Ignites the path for hearts that tire. The keeper tends the eternal flame, His weathered hands etched with time's claim. He gazes out into the boundless sea, A silent prayer for lost souls set free.