The Lighthouse stood like a sturdy sentinel

On the windswept hill

Casting it's long, slanting shadow across the

Green field of yellow daisies

The golden sun melted quickly below the 

Horizon line

Sending rays of pink clouds upwards into the crimson

Twilight sky

Beneath the hill the  angry waves dashed against the rugged rocks

With splashing sounds that echoed along the deserted beach as a soft

Sea breeze sprung up and rustled the palm trees' leaves that lined the

Now deserted shore.

Crafty night approached quietly with it's calvacade of

Twinkling stars in tow and wrapped it's dark essence

Like a devouring serpent around the lonely lighthouse

Leaving only it's faithful searchlight spinning and

Spinning like a carousel in the dark lonely night