dusk arising

the fogs of Jayne

the groaning call of shipwrecked steel

cries to moonlights baited breath

a broken light\'s blink out of sync

silhouettes the rocks of death

 

slowly in, drift the fogs of Jayne

ensnaring shallowed pools

no shadow sways nor pipers trill

as she walks the dance of fools

 

no footprint seen to follow

she drifts beyond the shore

that ghost of Jayne McGellan

the lighthouse keepers whore

 

words tell this wicked temptress

ensared a steamship master

who blinded by the storms of lust

met his rocky \'ever after\'

 

no fool dares tread the shoreline

when lazy fogs here swirl

many souls met death a courting

that brazen McGellan girl