LIte

Lite

There is a lite,
At the end of the tunnel,
I follow it,
I guid them,
The people of the night,
I follow wasting away in fright,
I finally see,
The all knowing lite,
It sends me to a distant place,
A place of death, murder, and distruction,
I smile a simple smile,
Then the world goes black,
and I see,
There is a light,
At the end of the tunnel.