They viciously fought over one another,  To get closer to the light.

Fighting their way up the staircase;  Up a monumental height.

The few who remained to see it  When the fighting had died down, 

Clutched each other fearfully,  

For more darkness had they found.  

The terrors of the Lighthouse

Kept the lights switched on. 

Only those who could face them, 

Would bring in the new dawn. 

For it was not the Lighthouse that beckoned 

To the sailors of the night.

The light that shone through the darkness 

Was born of their own might.  

- The Sage Fool

2020