Samuel Calvin

Candle

A beacon in the dark,
The candle guides all who see it.
Leading, providing
Help for those who are lost.
 
The power to destroy,
yet the hope for many.
The fire rests calmly
On its wick.
 
The heat of the flame,
A safe haven for
Those nearby,
Calming and relaxing.
 
Placed too close to
Unsuspecting curtains,
The fire spreads its
Horrible, destructive nature
 
An excited breeze
Sweeps through,
Ending the life
Of the fragile flame.
 
The candle burns down,
Its dancing flames melting
Its hardened body, slowly
extinguishing its own stubborn life.
 
The powerful flame
Burns strongly, despite
Its soon death,
Never weakening.
 
Now, the candle sits,
Its wax slipping away.
The flame dances woefully,
Accepting its ending fate.




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