For When I Am

Peter R.T. James

Candle, Candle, burning brightly
Fragile flame is floating down
Wick of dark and waxes flowing
Your peaceful smile reveals my frown

No power of darkness can ever do
What I may with a single breath
Awakened with a spark enchanted
Light my world with your death

 

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Notes

Age 17. A rainy new city.
Thinking about Life.
Read about it here.