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The Beacon...
the beacon he met me
and then he greeted me
the beacon sheds his light
in my sanctuary of darkness
a sanctuary shrouded by
the black pages of my years
a sanctuary bonded by
the occupation of my fears
a sanctuary wounded by
the delusion of my fears
when i saw the moon
as a mere comforting sight
the beacon he told me that
it is the source of his might
and while i see the sun as
just a pain to me eyes
the beacon he showed me
how it made this world as bright
the beacon makes his
calmness felt
the calmness projected by
all the peace in his words
the calmness coming in
one great sublime
the calmness ive been dying to
claim so much as mine
the beacon then he told me
and then again he showed me.
