There is a place
Older than time
It’s a beautiful place
In the middle of an Ocean Of Death
The souls of the dead
Within the oceans depths
Wishing they still had a chance!
The light projects
The light protects
It brings safety to the passing ships
The ones which ride this Ocean Of Death
The ones with souls who still have a chance.
What does it protect the souls from you ask?
A darkness waiting to consume them.
A monster locked within space & time…
Forgotten by the living.
The light keeps it at bay,
Locked within the confines of this between state.
Inside this place however,
Even the ferrymen & Reapers
Who ferry the souls with a chance
Are in grave danger if not within
The lighthouses warm embrace.
The monstrosity is a horrid thing
Its influence seeping into other realities
The originator of evil itself
Much worse than The Devil it be!
No God could wish to kill
That which can kill them…
So it is,
They locked away
The darkest part of any history!
Though its evil thoughts slip within
The minds & hearts of many men
The monster itself is contained within
The Lighthouses ever watching eyes
No hope of leaving
So long as the beacon of hope remains.
On & on the lighthouse turns
Its lights spinning safety
Wherever they touch.
Still it is that it sits in the center of a storm
The monster encircling it near completely!
Blood soaked rains pour!
Lightning gives a glimpse of what lurks just out of sight!
The ferrymen are warned never to look
Into the monsters gaze
Lest they be driven insane!
Turning their boats far away
Leaving the lighthouse for darkness
Their screams piercingly loud
Played again & again
For the monsters own sick amusement…
Ask any ferrymen or Reaper
Who’ve sailed the Ocean Of Death
What is it they fear most?
They’ll tell you
…Ferrying the souls across the Ocean Of Death…
The Monster ever watching!
The Monster ever taunting!
The storm that churns eternally!
The chorus of the souls who scream just as long!
…The Lighthouse being ones only hope…
-The Lighthouse & The Monster-