The viciously violent sea attacks the rocky cliff in waves of salty soldiers. It quickly claws its way up the side of the cliff, never quite reaching the top, before slowly retreating back down again, poised to attack once more.
The fresh, clean sea air is punctuated with crashes and bangs as the waves try, with all their might, to usurp the precariously positioned Lighthouse reigning supreme above the rocks. The wind generated by nature's fight against man only seems to aid the waves in their futile conquest. But still the Lighthouse stands.
With its blood red roof and bright light it seems to exclaim "I will never be brought down!" to the world.
The rocks now seem to have joined the battle as they begin to crumble and fall, standing no chance against the barrage of blows dealt by the waves. But still the Lighthouse stands.
The air growing ever heavier, and clouds ever thicker, ready to burst with an onslaught of raindrops, prevent the delicate moonlight from penetrating them. But still the Lighthouse stands.
The savoury salty scent left by the residue on the remaining rocks, like fallen comrades, begin to rise into the air like souls travelling to the afterlife. It creates a mist of a choking salty smell, as if trying to strangle the Lighthouse into submission. But still the Lighthouse stands.
Even when devoid of any re-enforcements, and being totally surrounded, it seems as if the Lighthouse's resilience and adversity in the face of danger is strong enough to hold itself firm. Even when receiving no help from others, the Lighthouse constantly shines its beacon of hope, keeping ships safe from harm. The Lighthouse is truly a force to be reckoned with. And still the Lighthouse will continue to stand...
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