One Moment. We see. In the reflection of a flame,
in memory of those who had such fiery flames ablaze,
that life is not eternal, nor is any flame.
No matter the titles like eternal flame
just keeping your faith alive,
one flickering wick does show
that the end does come.
And how unfairly it does-
extinguishing the fire of a being, for doing just that:
for being. Being what they are, bringing them to a were.
And on this night, in looking upon the half melted candles
reflecting myself, and reflecting their lives,
i do mourn in their memory.