Black Candle

BLACK CANDLE Sabbatical thy nature; evil rein. Supremacy of thought, the constant flow, An opening to life, that brief Beltaine, the window through all time, you'll ever know. The Devil to his day, his time is near, you feel it, death the constant, life the bore, you must light one black candle, while it's here, to sap the power you've been looking for. The dead will speak, if open is your mind, but do not hope, if hope's not all of you, forever though it seems, one night you'll find, persistance is the tool that pulls it through. You must become the wick, the burning flame To see your light. It's more than just a game. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet