A spectral lighthouse by the shore,
Guides phantom ships forevermore,
In briny dusk, a ghostly roar,
Through unseen currents remains dark lore.
Its beacon pierces the foggy veil,
In its light shows faces pale,
Spectral sailors tell their tale,
Through everlasting haunting wails.
Beware the beacon's eerie glow,
For it casts shadows doomed to grow,
In its wake, an undertow,
The lighthouse lives, the spirits know.
Yet within this eerie, spectral fray,
A twist unfolds in the light of day,
The lighthouse keeper, cursed to stay,
Ushers naive souls towards the bay.
Now in the keeper's trembling sight,
The lighthouse reveals its true might,
Not a guide through the dark of night,
But a lure devouring the living.