Interesting bit of text

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Yeats, William Butler. Michael Robartes and theDancer. Chruchtown, Dundrum, Ireland: The ChualaPress, 1920. http://www.potw.org/archive/potw351.html

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Below is just something i wrote that reflects the shipwreck at Disaster Bay even after the light house was built, the SS Ly-ee-moon sunk in May 1886, 71 were lost to the sea. the keepers able to save only 15

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Finally the day breaks,

and the shards peirce glass to glass

Finally the night takes

with conversations heart to heart

For this summer sang a sadder song

but soon it too shall pass

with but one light to brave the dark

its will would never last

71 and 15

carved black upon our whitestone

later prays tomorrow

rise gold as flags are flown

and on the waves ride those who saw

the darker parts of depth

and in regret drowned eyes and breath

drink silence what is left