Candle, Candle
Candle, Candle, burning brightly,
Stave off shadows for me nightly.
Illuminate the dark I see,
And keep away the misery.
Fight the night that wants me dead.
Tell me that it is just in my head.
Candle, Candle, flickering dimly,
I see figures forming grimly.
Ever closer to where I slumber,
Growing greater in shape and number.
Approaching quickly with eyes that gleam:
I need harbor from this macabre dream.
Candle, Candle, all snuffed out,
No one hears me as I shout.
Surrounding me as I rest,
Ripping hope out of my chest.
My hate for life hath taken shape,
From Gehenna there's no escape.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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