The Candle
The night was creeping on the ground
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree
She covered it and crept again
Along the grass beside the wall
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air
And in the room where I was hidden
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without
She could not put my candle out
So I stared at the night
And she stared back solemnly at me.
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