Long I’ve stood here alone and bold,
Much I’ve seen, my secrets untold,
Daring couples and their illicit fun,
And lonely cries to a setting sun.

Nature through her tempest, has thrown her worst,
I’ve faced it all, as if I'm cursed,
Through rain, hail, sleet and even snow,
To gale force winds or summers glow.

Safe refuge I’ve given for those who seek,
Provided respite for those so weak,
My purpose in life, to protect from harm,
Like St Christopher, a travellers charm.

For my service, I seek no pay,
Just promise to protect you all each day,
Keeping travellers safe at sea,
Is the only thing that matters to me.

Standing tall against the breeze,
Constant watchman of the seas,
A beacon to guide throughout the night,
Like a siren, enticing sailors with my light.

A booming horn in case of fog,
Startling the walker and their dog,
Mostly I’m as quiet as a mouse,
Not glamorous, not elegant, just a lighthouse.

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