Lighthouse
Stark silhouette against the sunset
Inky clouds converge,
concealing pale moonlight
In violent storms, its shining beacon
cautions sailors come not nearer,
lest they be dashed upon the rocks
Declaring its presence
only for them to turn away
be safe, be safe, be safe
From the clifftop, watching
sailors like ants scrambling
on the slippery decks of their ships
Within, the spiral staircase
coils and tightens;
a constricting python
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