The dancing flames illuminating a dark past,
the penumbra and the world beyond.
The wax melting, it's future uncertain,
the wind from a dark corner flows.
A single glow, warding the darkness away.
the eternal glow, just a dream.
The flames dancing on the edge of doom,
somewhere in the realms unknown.
The flame as though like a beast
gobbles up the darkness around,
falling at times, hunger-driven,
rises on the altar and devours again.
The glow then recedes, the confusion,
the yellow against a shady dark background,
the spark fading into fathomless darkness,
the final fall and then only a memory of light.