Molten Candle
Tiny candle, smoldering on the table, crying out.
If you haven't homogenized, don't sit with your peers.
Only a burning wick may damage the wax snout.
Nero's light has raised such eager hopes of medieval years
On a dazzling throne, cut heads using a pair of shears.
Written: August 8, 2021
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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