Lamplight

As daylight ends and darkness falls a wick is lit on table or wall Touched by match, soot does rise as comes to life the dancing prize Lamp oil rendered from beast of sea now burns slowly, the aroma sweet Prompted by pulsing yellow flame, the globe shines bright, dimness wanes Light to read and write is shed, the lamp will glow till forced to ebb Growing to weary to move about, a rapid breath, and poof, its out