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A fire dances upon a candlestick
Moves like a ghost atop the candle’s wick.
Bending and twisting and twirling like smoke
So fragile, the softest breeze could provoke.
It glistens and glimmers like and orb in the night
Softly and soundly, does nothing to spite.
Its peaceful existence is rendered unseen
Its wisdom and knowledge is nothing but keen.
Dancing through darkness, caressing the air
Turning so freely without a care.
Whispering secrets into the wind
As though it were a long lost friend.
Night becomes bitter, the air is still
The little flame, ensnared by a chill
Dwindling slowly into dark
Until it is nothing but a spark.
Fading away, the end drawing nigh
Its last essence curls up toward the sky.
Smothered by dampness and stifled by death
It flickers out the final breath.
Its ghostly whispers can still be heard
Softly among us, like the twitter of a bird.
For always and forever, its presence is there
Dancing like fire, a flame, a flare.
- by The Midnight Lotus |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/07/2010 |
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- Title: The Ghost and the Candlestick
- Artist: The Midnight Lotus
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- Date: 01/07/2010
- Tags: ghost candlestick
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- Ammiel Azarel - 01/12/2010
- This is my favorite poem i read on gaia. Love this poem so much its good.
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