by Matt McDougall
March 29, 1998
Around me the cries, the anguish
I stumble in the dark, I see the light
The two coexist…yet I am forever in one.
Not the other.
Like a lighthouse the luminescence eyes me
draws me in…traps me
Only to betray me, to reveal itself false light,
lucifer - malice masquerading as not.
It shall crumble like Alexandria's wonder one day,
it shall fall into insignificance - if not by the resolute
desert winds, the cruel waters, than by my own hand.
No one can but me.
Standing above the ruins, rising through the shadows
into the light, like a phoenix from the ashes,
I will look up at the sweet sky - no longer clouded or dark,
but the most brilliant blue, brighter by far than any lighthouse.