Put a Light Out On Hunching Cliff

Somewhere partially due east Of Hunching Cliff On the Jurassic coast Where the Old Lighthouse Used to stand it's ground Battered intermittently minutely Against the wave's and constant tide With only the steeple rock formations As any form of barrier or protection Without it's blinking search light Now sleep's ever more come The darkness under cover of solent night It no longer greets any ships or shoals All it does and is left to do now is Rot and crumble away and be covered in Crustacean shell's and a wreaking scent Of salty thick white sea mist That serves simply as to keep the occasionally passing odd 1 or 2 trophy hunter or ghoulish collector From further quickening it's imminent demise