The Lighthouse

the Lighthouse has always
guided our community during storms
of weather and economy and soul
we gather around it on fine Sundays
and the preacher, who is also the
Lighthouse protector
he gives sermons about the eternal hope
and the Light of God guiding us
just like the Lighthouse does

it was overcast, and lightening struck the town
it had taken three homes and two busy
businesses, people had died
the community rallied around the Lighthouse
and the preacher came out as he does on Sundays
but this time he was in red robes
and he eyes glowed red
and he turned on the Lighthouse
and the light it shown into the night was red
and suddenly we all were hungry
and suddenly my son looked tasty
and the rest of the night was spent

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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