I stood before radar, before radio's call, a guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. Who am I, watching each night?

If not for me, a long time with your new spouse spent, yet you know not from whence I came nor where I went. Mine is the name that all should know, for I am the man they call...

I make a tall point, but I am not made of limestone. You might see me in places like, Egypt, Washington, and Rome.

I bared my teeth, a bat took flight, My voice a storm in heavy night. Prince of Darkness, yet I shine, Now I rest in endless Sabbath time.

The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.