The Lighthouse

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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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