Eyes cast over the rolling town.
Lights in the distance tower above.
Beacons standing majestically and proud
Shine on this field of hate and love
Witnessed many times by a believing crowd.
A striking presence in the quickening night.
Steals the stares from those who glide by
Sparkling through from a meaningful height
Suddenly erased when the lambent lights die.
Entertains the fortunate ones inside.
Listening closely for the shouts and cheers
A symbol for tense action that will betide
Those dazzling moons muting the jeers.