Along the secluded beach
When the tide is out
Along the golden yellow sand
Up the winding step
Hollowed out

The rock
The rising black stairs
The arching black weighted door
The key turns
Opened squeling hinge

The stairs ascend
One then the other the
Circular steps wind dark
and damp the erie feel of cold and damp

The winding steps 39 to count
The parapit
The view the sea
The roar of crashing waves beaneth
The lamp cold to touch
With lamp pressured and match in

hand the
Lamp is lite
the flashing lamp radiate its heat beams across a ocean deep
Shines upoun the crashing rocks
Echos the fog horns the lamp beams out