One candle

book 15

Sun is set

     day is gone

shadows are lost

     darkness comes


and with in

     to face the night

last candle is lit

     its light cast


the room though small

     too large still

for flickering light

     from candle small


day is gone

     light is lost

darkness grows

     stealing all sight


each small breath

     of air disturbed

casts flickering fear

     of failing light


as minutes grow

     in hours lost

and wax consumed

     forever lost


in sputtering end

     as flickers fail

the darkness falls

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