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Sea mist rolling in

Sheet like mist covering,

Shielding everything from view

Eerie kind of feeling,

Just the ring of the lighthouse bell

Chiming like a death knell,

But warning ships

 Of the hazards that have befell,

Other ships that took no heed

Of the bell as it rang saying,

Please stay clear

Sharp rocks just waiting to rip hulls,

Then just end up as a feast

For all the greedy gulls,

Pecking on whats is left a float

All because no one took no notice

Of the lighthouse note,

Struck out by the warning bell

In this thick mist covered  maritime hell.