The nightly barking throbs
Fog horn-like warnings:
Whoever is there
Must stay away.
No voice too far
To hear will
Order it still,
Nor would he
Obey it in each
Night’s ebb and flow.
Whoever it is
Or not must hear his
Sorrowful bay-like horn
Proclaiming fog.
It will come
Despite his
Rock-like teeth
Prepared to tear the
Imprudent, deceitful,
Whoever brashly
Scoffs at his warnings.
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