The Tale of a Beacon

But the question then to be asked remains: What is the source of the light? To be a lighthouse is delightful-- Unless, the possibility of the light dimming Suddenly appears throughout the mind. Then, slowly but surely, The old mariner shall dim the light, Hoping to protect its shine By hiding its potential. Yet, what is there then, But a lighthouse who's lost its purpose? The fishermen remain at sea, Searching for a smidge of hope; But fear has won the war; A light that once guided has become Lost in its own identity.