Shinning bright
Like a North Star
At midnight
In the middle of the terrain
Along the peninsula
Close to the shore
Water washes
Waves crash
But force is just a breeze
Devastation doesn't touch me
I'm a lighthouse
On a mountain high
Or maybe not but
I'm content
To shine t'wards all four corners
Of the world
From atop this pile of rocks.
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