living a charmed existence in the shade of the seaward palm tree but a telltale whisperer in hearts depth sends doubters and scaremongers like skulking figure's into the late day shadows something darkly this way comes some nameless faceless thing stalks this heartland of light few pondered the night few thought about what lay out there in the deep
brazen the lighthouse keeper stokes the fires and keeps the lamps burning no rumor of night will lay darkness at this door no faint echo of footfall shall haunt this hour again and again the lighthouse keeper treads the midnight cold path of stones along the seawall checking that all is well raising his lantern and peering with old eyes at the crazed cracks in the ancient wall but none gave sign of weakness none gave sign of peril
far out in the deep of the wider world for the love of money and the greed of gasoline something set in motion some terrible beast of steel and just as the moon set in the final hour before dawn it came heaving and rattling with such horrendous sounds with bone rattling force laid its terrible hand on the seawall and smashed the stones like it was no more than sand castle this terrible thing so darkly come unforgiven of wretched creature misguided soul come to harvest the land of light
breathed with heavy burnt oil breathed with mechanical labors pulling its weight onto the shore toppled the lighthouse extinguishing its light darkness fell upon the scene and with dreadful night returned once again to this shore the seaward palm tree wither and die no charmed place safe from savage of dark morning light never to return in the shade of metal and oil fires night the savage of darkness