Lost.

"..For she; she were my Lighthouse. The singular beacon of pure promise that drowned all depths of despair from the hearts of mere mortals. Making sight of sinister shards that perforate the surface, as if they were that of searing steel upon silken skin.

To which I, were nothing more than a crestfallen castaway. Destined to descend into a sea of forsaken souls, accompanied with dreams of damnation. Forever famished; yearning to relish upon her triumphant brilliance. Eternally enchanted upon a path of unadulterated illumination. The sweet endeavour of a discarded soul, sailing ever so softly, attempting to find ones way back home..."

Author's Note

To be read as if it were a section from a novel; not as poetry from a literal point of view. Regardless of how this piece is read, I wish you find some enjoyment in reading as such.