That Beckoning Star

The Siren of fate lures you onto the rocks Her beauty enticing while masking what’s not A shipwreck of horrors that’s not what it seems Luring you onward away from your dreams A phantom discovery a fool’s masquerade Its promising temptress an ill mannered charade And once you discover your mortality is near You flail and you panic while sinking in fear The distance you’ve traveled at a liars demand Weighs heavy as you manage one last spoken command Shouting out to your comrades to stay where they are Searching only within —for that beckoning star (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)