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Keeper Of The Light
Listen, if you will, to my sad tale, From the time of wood and sail. Of dastardly evil, men whisper still, In the peaceful hamlet of Margaretsville. Above the cliff, stood a light so bright, A beacon of hope to ships at night. Wicked Peter Barnes was Keeper of the Light. Came a ship one gale driven night, Peter extinguished his guiding light. Strung a lantern above a pole, Down the cliff, many feet below. The master at the helm, true to the light, Dashed his ship on the rocks that night. With dawn, the Devil's spell under, Peter rowed out, this vessel to plunder. Twenty years passed, to the same night, Peter fell from the cliff, in terror's flight, At the spot he placed that cursed light. Gone this demon, forever from sight, Gone forever, Keeper of the Light. |