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.
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