Empty hill

There was once a lamp on a hill
Bright and shinny
It glowed and the entire city was awake by its accord
The heart of the many, it warmed
It stood; proud and exalted on the hill
It stood; bright and exalted, on the hill
It stood; safe and cherished, on the hill
It fell; tumbled and tumbled, from the hill
For the wind was strong
It tossed the town into chaos
And filled the spines of many with trembles
And when the light was sought after
When the chaos was done and the people looked on the hill
It was gone
Their cherished light was gone
Though they desired its return, they were despondent
Either that or they had given up hope
And so in darkness they trotted
Hoping not to fall and be crushed
Hoping not to die of the shivers

Why, oh hill, are you empty?
Where is your lamp?
Where has the flame that burns bright gone?
Why are we abandoned to such fate?
Our hearts cry for your return
We fear you may have been stolen, put out or fallen
Fallen to the deepest of the earth
Fallen beyond our reach
Fallen to where our fate is forever doomed
Why, oh hill, are you empty?

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