Lighthouse of the free~ poem

This is a longer poem- more of a sonnet actually- it is a parody off of the famous "Lady of Shallott" and used the same rhyme scheme. enjoy :)

In the shadows of the night
A land of storm, a land of fright
Ever haunting is the sight
Of ghostly blaze, of eerie light
Shining through the sea
Waves rage, they crash and churn
Merchant ships toss and turn
But from land, lanterns burn:
The Lighthouse of the Free

Gazing on the gale below
Waters flood, as winds blow
She watches from her high window
Tending the light, keeping its glow
Young Eliza Lee
On her own, day by day
She guides ships that lose their way
And in the house, she must stay:
The Lighthouse of the Free

For she was told, long before
To tend the beacon, evermore
To never walk upon the shore
Or sail above the ocean floor,
Young Eliza Lee
And if she chose to be so bold
To break the rules, the laws of old
Then light would die, the tale foretold:
The Lighthouse of the Free

And so she stays, in silence still
Staring out her windowsill
Longing for a taste of thrill
For love to warm her lonely chill
Young Eliza Lee
She longs the coming of the day
With freedom of the beacon’s ray
And From the house, she’d fly away
The Lighthouse of the Free

So chaotic is the view
Of the deep, tumultuous blue
Which she all too closely knew
But on shore, lies something new
To Eliza Lee
A man stands- a cloaked, dark form
Struggling to fight through the storm
Seeking shelter- safe and warm:
The Lighthouse of the Free

When through her silence, as rains pour
A knock ignites her fear, for
There’s never been a guest before
To enter through her rustic door:
Young Eliza Lee
As she presents herself to him
They meet by candle light so dim
She shyly bids him enter in:
The Lighthouse of the Free

While they talk, by light so pale
He tells her of his love to sail
His near shipwreck, due to the gale
And how he lives to tell the tale
To Eliza Lee
Everything has come to light
She slept her last sleepless night
Trapped inside this house of fright
The Lighthouse of the Free

Infatuated by this man
She swiftly takes him by the hand
And tells him of how she has planned
To sail way from this dark land
Young Eliza Lee
Worried of the ocean’s power
He begs her to wait an hour
Till clouds part and cease to shower
The Lighthouse of the Free

But, still upon the ship they go
To brave the peaking waves below
And caught within the winds that blow
Off they fly by water’s flow
Young Eliza Lee
But she’s forgotten truth and fled
The consequences have been said
And so the beacon’s light is dead.
The Lighthouse of the Free

So in the shadows of the night
A land of storm, a land of fright
All is dark, there is no sight
No ghostly blaze, No eerie light
For Eliza Lee
Waves rage, they crash and churn
Lost, the ship shall not return
Never more shall lanterns burn:
The Lighthouse of the Free