Cornwall and the harbor
Where witches went mad more than once
And until this day in dreams at least
The lighthouse at Lost Christabel
Squat and hugely tilts upon the strand
Where Granddad's house was built
And having stood the test of time
The starry gale the bloody tide
Granddad's house though gaped with hooks
And filled with books
Could stand no more until a certain prophecy
Once read now stood, before the world fulfilled
Now of these books in Granddad's keep
Some of them were new but mostly they were old
And the oldest was a scroll, a prophecy that read
When the riddle begins the story will end

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