on-the-edge

ON THE EDGE

"Decades upon decades of engine noises, people shouting, metal clanging, fighting against the sound of the crashing waves and howling wind. Smoke, clouds, mist mixed with the smells of the sea, of burning coal, of people’s sweat.

Cohorts of men making a hard living stripping tin ore from 600 feet under the sea worked on the mine during its glory days. Then, men went, the engines stopped, the ocean claimed back the tunnels.

Gone are the glory days, all that is left is the echo of men’s sounds and machine noises, slowly silenced by the howling winds and the crashing waves."

"Few men, entrenched in the Devil’s tower, watched for enemies never to come. For centuries they patiently waited, their minds easy prey for the evil one.

A fair lady chased the Devil away and turned the tower into a castle; not for war, but to make a home of it. Scattered onto the rocks outside his former seat, the Devil now screams between the thunders and the waves.

The tower, is the Devil’s no more."

"Nothing scared them, neither the unknown, nor the seemingly endless road awaiting, nor the darkness, nor the storms. One day, unexpectedly, their journey came to a stop. Nothing ahead but the ocean, no more land to explore.

Fearlessly moving westward, they arrived at lands’ end. Unable to keep going, their mission became to help the journey of others; for over a century, that’s what they did, their bodies standing guard in the lighthouse.

Their souls, still moving fearlessly westward."