One way or the other....
in the mist,he picked up the call of the foghorn. there he made his way through the bracken, the nettles and the rocks to find haven in the light tower. a blustering gale sank its icy talons into his skull, though when he saw the true source of the howling roar, he behold a giant beast, hungry, desparate and alone. blades of teeth snapped him up, devoured the mammal insect, frustration now quenched, bellowing fatuously raised spirits. and the man's soul was indeed in some haven, but'twas not heaven, although it was at least, warm.