Keeping the Darkness At Bay
Swirling flickers from a flame
Whisper on the scented breeze
And dance their mystic game.
Burning wick as shadows change,
Night skitters away in gentlest retreat
From twirling flickers of a flame.
Orange licks that can't be tamed,
Wax dribbles down in such splendid seeps
As it danced it's mystic game.
The magnificent tower it became,
When hollowed outsides begin to weep
How it flickers in the flame.
An elegant flower as you sway,
Calling out to catch the wind it seems
As you dance your mystic game.
The walls slip now, but a pool remains,
It burrows down and shrank so deep.
Unto the last flickers of the flame,
I'm entranced by your mystic game.
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