The Lighthouse



Eerie tale of mayhem

Biting wind

whips the salty seas

against the broken shore

Where the old lighthouse stood 

over 100 years before

Against the fog the twilight leans

A place of dust and grime

for inside all those years ago

a scene of bloody crime

A seaman's tale of greed and spite

A tired old man felt the hatchet bite

On a clear full moon night

The lighthouse stands proud and tall

Mortar and brick bore witness to the fall

of the head down the stairs

Now the seaman he left

with a spring in his step

Thinking he could avoid the toll

But less than a month at sea was he

Than his vessel was found empty

with no trace at all but his hatchet.







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