Once upon a time There was a lonely little lighthouse, Derelict, on a teeny-tiny asteroid Floating through space Aimlessly swimming Through the writhing waves of Cosmos, Sometimes upright, Upside-down at times, Or sideways every so often. For an adventurer of darkness Does it even matter? For aeons and ages, Alone, with fortitude, It spun its guiding light To nowhere in particular. Wise sailors of the unknown, They know better not to follow Its incandescent allure – Sometimes red, sometimes blue, And all the hues in between, Leading all things to the final destination – To the great void of the unknown… Until the spinning light Felt a gentle pull – A tug of peace Towards the end of an endless journey Pulled by its own light By a darkness incarnate, Crowned by a fiery whirlpool, A turbulent ocean On which the tower kept surfing, Its own beams of light Bending to guide its path Towards the inevitable.
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