The madness of the lighthouse keeper
Stepping on the gravel The man stood unaware of what was to unravel In the middle of nowhere An eerie poison floating in the air The light reflecting from Fresnel, oh! so fascinating Slowly turns blinding The horrors in the walls Consumed the man's squeals The moribund was saved with no time to spare Adrift with despair But that's the waves' eternal bloom They suck your sanity to the point of doom The screeching and crashing left him aghast Nonetheless he wasn't the first man nor the last Because yet another man would step on the gravel Unaware of what was to unravel -YG
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unreliable narrator
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