Vision In the Flame

Staring into the flickering flame his memory comes once again to me I watch the flame hours on end dreams of his return lingering in my mind. The scent emanating from the candle brings to mind the warmth of him on many a cold, cold night when storms raged both inside and out his touch banishing my chills and too, chasing away my unearthly fears. His vision, seen again within the flame speaks to me of strength and courage borne into battle upon his weary back. His cries, heard when deaths blow struck taking the lives of those surrounding him. This shadowy figure forever a part of me though in spectral form only showing his pain in this strange world from where he can never escape his vision forever sealed in the flickering flame.