The story, the name

Past a sail, O well, i give up
the light or house, asked "wassup"
Sail O past, down in the well
up i was, lighthouse of hell

Hear the winds, the ship now cracks
Fear the needle, felt in blacks
Light did cast, a shadow of a dead
hear the wind, "abandoning n fade"

Sleep the crises, crying of dreams
Dreams of mutation, of another being
What house wrecked, in salt sea water
the wood still float, light on the slaughter

And the wood sees wet, alone in the swirl
hoping the moksha, of fire in the perl
Suddenly it burns, fuming in water defense
First time the spilled wine, made much more sense

Light did shine, for rest of the night
Silently abandoning, the lost and pale fight
Ashes to ashes in long smoke trail
Where I lived, and i failed

Lighthouse on an abandoned sail
sailed.