4. Homeward Land

Beneath the towering beacon’s broken gleam,
A restless soul from night’s eyes breaks away,
Deception’s grip, a twisted, terrible dream,
Where cold-dead hands once clasped with pallid sway.

Awake, he finds himself on solid stone,
The lighthouse base his shivering new home,
The corpse’s mark upon his arm is shown,
A chilling gift of death’s unyielding glow.

Yet in the terror, hidden hymns now swell,
A whisper soft against a devilish scare,
A lesson learned, Miasma says farewell,
Know hope can flourish brighter in despair.

So climb the steps with fire’s burn in hand,
Ignite the lost at sea to homeward land.

4. Homeward Land by Tom Bastasch