Poetry · Writing

Sink The Lighthouse

The time is coming

fumes are burning

thee last lamps taste

tragedy face blue moons

a fear of temptation

the leaky foundation

bathed in star light

a lasting cruel night

Fatal addiction

a contradiction

cruel and selfish

since fear itself

a lone ship

blown warship

the fire is quiet

a tragic riot

a sailor will call

don’t quit, we’re all in

but they’ll cry their eyes out, if we

sink the lighthouse.

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