THE
GUARDIAN GHOST
The
foundations beneath the lighthouse crumble. Derelict, isolated, and
surveying black angry seas. Only base, ancient rock keeps her from
disappearing forever. Inside this hulking ruin, nothing apparently
stirs. Gloomy and neglected, shattered windows suggest abiosis.
Unforgiving sea-rage hacks parts of this structure away as an axe of
cruel, final brutality.
Yet
this haunted, unsettling refuge speaks. I, O'Leary, shall never
abandon my post! Lighthouse Master for twenty-nine years and a day.
Through time-worn years I maintain the fluorescense that promises
vessels hope in distress. My oath remains true. Stray near the rocks
and my ethereal light will shepherd you home.
by John Davies
Wow! You used some really good words and it is very imagitive with lots of description. Also a range of sentences.
ReplyDeleteby Johnny from Malvern parish.