Flickering Flame

A lit candle stands alone, The soft flame is swaying with a simple sigh. Scarcely holding on, the light weakens. In and out, not knowing that she's fading. She's waning as Time doesn't know what's wrong. Try as she might, the flame clearly dwindles. The sigh has caused such trouble, The flame was sure not long ago. Time sees past the flame's flickering, Knowing the future and past isn't enough, For the flame is flickering in front of Time. But Time is not the only one, Who witnesses the dwindling of the flame. Behind a smile, some riddles, and rhymes, The flame implies tenacity. She's waning in the present, In and out, she flickers In false tenacity. It'll take more than Time. She's flickering.