Locked in the cellar
of a lighthouse by the sea
lives the ghost of a mistress
who once roamed free.
She hides in the shadows
and lurks under the stairs,
throwing bolts of lightening,
beacons and flares.
The house begins to rumble
the windows rattle and shake
but the house is standing strong and tight
near the ocean by the lake.
The house is old and tarnished
withered from the rain,
from the storms, the waves,
the heartache and the pain.
But atop her house
at the end of the stairs
there shines a mighty beacon
on the horizon it stares,
to signal out a message
for lost ships in the night
to bring them back to safety,
guided by its light.
But the mistress who once lived here
protected by the light,
still grumbles under the stairway
no surrender in sight.
She threatens all who chance to tread
troubled waters from the sea,
sending out her message she cries,
steer clear of me.
When lost one night in torent seas
came a ship of the grandest hue,
guided by the glowing light
her sails cast high she flew.
Straight past the lighthouse
to safety she was led
by the brightest beacon in the sky
to calmer seas she bed.
The mistress found her lighthouse cold
empty from within
as the ship came close and filled the light
with warmth and chagrin.
She scorned her fury with lightening bolts
and rumbled with the sky
sounds of screeching painful heartache
fell on the water as she cried.
But the lighthouse standing strong and tight
took everthing in stride
protecting the mighty ship
resting peaceful by its side.
The mistress of the lighthouse
restless soul from within
waits alone under the stairs
for the next ship to come in.
She waits forever prisoner
for her heart is lost at sea,
for love of a lighhouse
she will never again be free.
Locked in the cellar
of a lighthouse by the sea
still lives  the ghost of a misstress
who once roamed free.