Daniel Human Poet Free verse

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

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