c a n d le


c a n d l e ( e l d n a c )

atch a moth or two

croon a silent siren song

creeping down the wick

s the moon’s in bloom

after darkness – spark a sprite

aflame us a path

imble as an imp

ninja-esque – the frills ‘n’ spills

now the sun is dead

ance a plasma prance

drip within this thirsting dim

dribble waxen drops

ight a brighter night

lantern shades of oberon

let the seekers see

at this phantom black

echo if the to is fro

elementalz friend

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