The Candle

I am the Angel of Death I am Nosferatu I am a whisper of breath Coldness grabs me and holds I am coldness itself The icy waters swirl around me I am death and I am cold The cloak of darkness Enfolds with black soil All toil comes to an end But not to rest As darkness descends As light leaches out Grey faded landscape Grey faded soul Wispy cold and thin Without grasp And as the darkness Blossoms with impossible black A small flicker ignites And drives the darkness back A small candle is lit A small flame so soft Almost of no substance But darkness flees from it Greyness hides In cold corners Small yet immense Warmly fluttering It dances defiantly And close to it a face A face so calm As a bible rest On the open palm And darkness flees But stops to listen As light and life And hope has risen