There stands a beacon where a bell proved weak,
Voice to the voyagers in luminous speak,
Identity unique by pulse precise,
Guidance given where the sea hides vice,
Ragged rock with a tidal view
Dwelt below the surface, steered untrue
Were the vessels in their passing, as they hoped to pass,
Made safe in the knowledge cast by coloured glass.
Fires on the hillsides, pillars by the ports,
Candle flames for safe escort,
Antiquity to modern, lighthouse gave
Synonymous, eponymous, strobes to save.