My confidence in the allure of light fades

Like a bolt of lightning, burning an after-image

Through closed eyes, into my brain

Where the colors of memory dim

Light plays and bounces off the black water

An answer to the call of darkness

Shining, with pointed precision, into the chasm

Where our dread and fears reside

Only to discover mere shadows

Thrown by the blighted beam

That is not your beacon

Just star-light competing for attention

Claiming illumination without cause

Filling the empty spaces with fluff

That is not your beacon