A lighthouse light
Beaming out across a sea of forgotten stars
Scattered in the midnight black.
Constant thunders of blistering illumination
Through the haze
Witness salvation
Lost in the pin prick pockets
Of a silent siren
Screeching out a song of hope and hate
To a boat that has set sail
Deaf ears wave backwards with the current
Leaving a lurking mist
To leisurely engulf the luminosity of the house
And all is lost with the stars
In the end
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