The Beacon

Washed up on shore My craft in ruin The wreckage sparing only my life No comforts to bear the elements Just a mind willing to face What horrors may come Won't leave this to fate Glass shards and some kindling To lead search my way The roaring flames calling I'll just have to sit and wait Thick black trails Catching the wind A ship will arrive any day I will miss the natural beauty The serenity of the sands The wreckage granting me A new life Bearing the elements With just my mind Expelling the horrors Left to fate The roaring flames calling To steady the signal Picking at the brush I'll just have to sit and wait Just over the horizon I see sails approaching That familiar sigil A return to the turbulent tides I've grown accustomed There's no denying This is my rescue