The green light brightens at the end of the lake,

Such tragedy an innocent little light could make.

It bonds a barrier between good and evil,

But which is which, is love in the retrieval?

Here comes Tom, made rich from old money,

And yet his arrogance was never sweet as honey.

Had Myrtle under his wing as he ruled over Daisy,

It’s an obvious reason why their marriage was so hazy.

Then there’s Nick, the unreliable narrator,

In relation to Gatsby he’s no lover or hater.

He stares from his window seeing the pale moon,

He’s waiting for his invitation later or soon.

Daisy flutters in with her dress flying high,

The breeze flows in as her memories say goodbye.

Being so naive was never in her favour,

She should be grateful Gatsby was her saviour.

There he is now, reaching for the light,

The fog mists over not to his delight.

Just a few more seconds until it’s too late,

Reaching for his star led Gatsby to his fate.

The party has started so get your fancy dress,

It’s better if you turn up rather than the rest.

Start having fun, who cares if you’re shoddy?

A little party never killed nobody.

But it’s over now, Wilson did the killing,

Not even Gatsby’s body is worth a shilling.

But maybe he still waits for that final call,

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?