The Beacon’s Ballad (I Am)
In the depths where shadows claim their throne,
I stand, a beacon, bright and shrouded in bone,
Through storm’s furious breath,
And echoes of death,
I shine with a glare that chills to the bone.
Where darkness sprawls and festers with fright,
I cast out my glow to pierce through the night,
With fervor so raw,
I flout fate’s cruel law,
And laugh in the face of the void’s cold bite.
My light, a defiant spark in the gloom,
Fends off the phantoms that dwell in their tomb,
Though weary and frail,
I weather the gale,
Guiding lost souls with my spectral plume.
They whisper of curses, of harbingers grim,
But I press on through shadows both dense and dim,
For in every jest,
There’s a truth to attest,
That hope’s the sharp blade where dark forces swim.
Through tumultuous seas and the rage of the storm,
I blaze like a fire, my shape taking form,
A lighthouse in pain,
I break through the rain,
With light that defies every thunderous norm.
So heed now this tale of a beacon that roars,
A flame in the chaos, a call to the moors,
My light’s not for show,
Nor merely to glow,
But to fight through the darkness, and open new doors.
In shadows where nightmares come out to play,
I stand with a fire that sweeps them away,
For when all seems lost,
And hope’s tempest tossed,
My light is the dawn of a brighter new day.