Post by Lunar Knite on Aug 15, 2008 17:40:39 GMT -5
Burning brightly in the cool darkness,
Held by a single, scared hand,
The symbol of hope, a faint glimmer,
From just a few lit-up strands.
A protective glow all but encasing one,
As it flickers and waves in the drafts.
Not only light, but heat emitting too
With a drop of wax sliding down the shaft.
And as it traverses through the halls,
The dim light showing the way,
The darkness encroaches throughout,
Making one wish for the new day.
But the coming dawn is still far off;
The night is relentless in its attack.
So close to extinguishing the flame
And causing all to become black.
Finally it has reached its destination,
Burning stronger than ever on the table.
And as the one closes their eyes to the light,
The fire burns out, doing all it was able.
Held by a single, scared hand,
The symbol of hope, a faint glimmer,
From just a few lit-up strands.
A protective glow all but encasing one,
As it flickers and waves in the drafts.
Not only light, but heat emitting too
With a drop of wax sliding down the shaft.
And as it traverses through the halls,
The dim light showing the way,
The darkness encroaches throughout,
Making one wish for the new day.
But the coming dawn is still far off;
The night is relentless in its attack.
So close to extinguishing the flame
And causing all to become black.
Finally it has reached its destination,
Burning stronger than ever on the table.
And as the one closes their eyes to the light,
The fire burns out, doing all it was able.
