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Candle Flame

The drop of fire stealthily burns
A tender angel descended into darkness
Spirit raised by my own hand
It grasps into the viscous air
Clinging, to rise, struggle, survive,
Calmly watching I realise I created torment
The flame needed me to live
I needed it to feel safe
Then I wonder who's need is greater
The creature of the creator?

-MXC

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  1. Date: 10/22/2009 1:04:00 AM

    I like the picture you describe here Melanie X. I am checking out poetry by British authors. Should your last line be creature OR the creator?