Beacon

 
Beyond the story teller  
with his crooked hat;  
Past the cauldron  
broken wing of lifeless bat.  
 
Look behind closed doors;  
what your eyes didn't see,  
in the dark spaces  
you'll find me  
 
Void of smile  
no vocal spit  
never right  
often wrong
taking a hit
 
but here you are,  
beacon of light  
giver of hope,  
hiding just out of sight.