(From the point of view of the lighthouse)
I know Three Skeleton Key.
I see the boat as it teases me --
Floating close, then backing off.
I see the horrible red hot coals
of the eyes of the rats.
I see all the pieces of the boat spring everywhere,
as the boat crashes into the rocks of Three Skeleton Key.
I see the the rats scurrying over the hard, cold ground.
I know Three Skeleton Key.
I hear the "crunch."
I hear the big waves crashing against the rocks.
I hear the horrible piercing screams of the rats as they make their way toward me.
I hear the frightened cries of the men as they too spot the rats.
I know Three Skeleton Key.
I smell the pulsating stench of the starving rats.
I can smell the ocean water as it meets the cold rocks.
I smell the horrible flesh stench of the rats' mouths.
I small the wet shreds of wood in the ocean.
I know Three Skeleton Key.
I feel the claws of the rats digging into my sides.
I feel the light wind blowing against me.
I feel the men's footsteps as they hurry to lock the doors.
I feel the rats gnawing at me.
