Beacon of the Damned
Tower of ghosts, whispering cold, waves gnaw the bones of the stories it holds,
Storms have stripped its light away, left it blind where the lost ones lay,
Rust-worn stairs wind tight like veins, spirals sinking into pain,
Footsteps echo, no one’s there—just the wind with a hollow stare.
Windows cracked like shattered teeth, salt-soaked wood still sings beneath,
Tide pulls bodies from the deep, limbs like prayers the dark won’t keep,
Names erased by time’s cruel hands, drowning souls in shifting sands,
Every ship that met this fate—left its name at the mercy gate.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.
Glass eyes stare from the tower’s face, stitched in place by the storm’s embrace,
Fingers grip the iron rails, dripping cold with old betrayals,
Keeper gone but still remains, watching ships dissolve in rain,
Drenched in echoes, dripping fate, whispering prayers too late.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.
The tide is high, the walls will break, salt will carve what time won’t take,
Every shadow left to roam, every wave still pulling home,
Something waits where none remain, calling out a dead man’s name,
The light is gone, the dark remains, every soul here dies the same.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.
Tower of ghosts, whispering cold, waves gnaw the bones of the stories it holds,
Storms have stripped its light away, left it blind where the lost ones lay,
Rust-worn stairs wind tight like veins, spirals sinking into pain,
Footsteps echo, no one’s there—just the wind with a hollow stare.
Windows cracked like shattered teeth, salt-soaked wood still sings beneath,
Tide pulls bodies from the deep, limbs like prayers the dark won’t keep,
Names erased by time’s cruel hands, drowning souls in shifting sands,
Every ship that met this fate—left its name at the mercy gate.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.
Glass eyes stare from the tower’s face, stitched in place by the storm’s embrace,
Fingers grip the iron rails, dripping cold with old betrayals,
Keeper gone but still remains, watching ships dissolve in rain,
Drenched in echoes, dripping fate, whispering prayers too late.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.
The tide is high, the walls will break, salt will carve what time won’t take,
Every shadow left to roam, every wave still pulling home,
Something waits where none remain, calling out a dead man’s name,
The light is gone, the dark remains, every soul here dies the same.
Signal flares that never burned, pages filled but never turned,
Lanterns swinging, lost in time, calling out but left behind,
If I scream, will silence crack? Or does the void just echo back?
Nothing here but what decays—ghosts don’t leave, they just obey.