The Beacon

The shining city on the hill,

The beacon to all,

Has turned out the light.

Where once there was hope,

And a true belief,

There is only the cold night.

What has happened,

To the Mecca of chance,

A land of hard work and luck?

It has closed the doors,

Pulled the blinds,

Leaving us with a single fuck.

It looks so dark in the distance,

So empty, and hallow,

A calling absence in the void.

Yet if you listen,

You can hear them cheer,

Jubilant and overjoyed.

Perhaps we were mistaken,

And there never was a city,

Not shining on the hill at least.

Perhaps there was only wilderness,

Lost dreams and last hopes,

Unforgiving nature and hungry beasts.

Perhaps it was just a star,

Setting over the horizon,

Vanishing forever in the night.

Another myth told,

In the heavens above,

To comfort those search for the light.

#HI