There was a photograph. It told me a story. I tell it to you.
The Abandoned Lighthouse
The end of all things
Consists of one long shallow
Stair to a closed door
In the abandoned lighthouse
On the rocky crag above
A frozen dead sea,
The wind at my back as I
Stare resigned to fate.
Written November 18, 2008 9:56 AM
First posted Friday, February 13, 2009
3 comments:
Dark light. This one is grim, I like it. I've always had a fasination for abandoned places.
I do go many places. This is the last one, or so the story goes.
Enjoyed
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