Beacons of Hope

In depths of time, you find answers to fit,
Knowing when a beacon of hope is lit,
Sending a signal over many a field,
Rallying those who shall never yield.

Making the most of what they have,
The trooper in them shall not be a slave.
The care is to look to the top position,
Articulating their burning vision.

On firm foundations they build to admire,
What respects the tallest spire.
From there is the grandest view,
Never portraying life on the skew.