Again and again
Lost souls at bay,
Running away from
Errands and mistakes.

Again and again
To the safety, at last!
From horror of daylight
And haunting past.

Again and again
To the beacon we go.
No sense in the future,
So let it be gone!

Again and again
And again, just as soon.
'til our bodies meet
Beneath roiling moors.

Again, again,
For there is no reclaim,
And wallowing echo dies
Far, far away.