The Afterlife (A Collection of Dark Poetry)

The Candlelight

Oh, Candle flame, burning slow and bright.

Thou's light doth flicker throughout the night. 

But, to feel your light, I cannot.

Much like the sun, the touch is hot.

Oh, how the wax drips down the side.

Much like the tears of pain I've cried.

And as I gaze into the candlelight,

I see a wonder that cannot be seen with sight.