The dancing flames illuminating a dark past,

the penumbra and the world beyond.

The wax melting, it's future uncertain,

the wind from a dark corner flows.

A single glow, warding the darkness away.

the eternal glow, just a dream.

The flames dancing on the edge of doom,

somewhere in the realms unknown.

The flame as though like a beast

gobbles up the darkness around,

falling at times, hunger-driven,

rises on the altar and devours again.

The glow then recedes, the confusion,

the yellow against a shady dark background,

the spark fading into fathomless darkness,

the final fall and then only a memory of light.