Ghost Lighthouse

The beacon call of a ship at sea where mermaids and pirates
Ghosts set free as they sail across misty fog over troubled waters
As the old lighthouse at the top of the rocky
Hill of the Irish gates of haunted passion
To feel the caress of a captain and the kiss upon my neck rachid
For the yearning desire for more
As death took them both many centuries ago
Though you see them both in the beam of light with giant whales pulling them down into a crept of
ruins in a ghost ship
Deep are their cries silent but felt in every wave of the sea braking against the marveled rock
Blood seeps from the tower unto the waters with agony
And destiny of a love affair eternal 
into the depths of ecstacy