Cliff's edge leers in midnight darkness Far too near for comfort warm Bleak winds bite with ice-cold fury Heralding the tempest storm Waves crash against the cliff's cold feet Spraying mist into the air The salty smell soaks rock and sandstone The power leaves the beaches bare Lighthouse shines from down below Warning of the coastline's teeth Those who fail to heed the lightbeam Claim a wat'ry grave beneath