Blinding light pierced through the night. Through rumbling clouds it shone.

It came upon a man in white

Amidst the waves alone.

The Keeper gazed with terror

As the current pulled him out,

Further from the sandy shore,

To sharpened rocks about.

Nothing could be done, he knew,

But watch the doomed dead.

He chose to leave the cruel view

And go inside to bed.

But in his mind the visage came

Of one he lost before

And rising, on his lips their name,

He sailed to Satan’s shore.

He found the ragged man in white

He scooped him from deaths arms

But in the act he felt deaths bite

And took himself great harm.

Upon the lighthouse shore he lay

And took his final breath.

With it mustered words to say:

“Light the path from death.”