Pluck pluck... that's the noise of the wax dripping on the dilapidated wooden floor of this old cabin.
My grandpa bestowed it to me, but honestly there is nothing except cockroaches as I could imagine.
I found that old candle, smelled like 1815.
The cotton white of the candle was transporting me into the deepest forests of Siberia.
As I sat on the wrecked wooden chair, I could feel my bones shivering from this glacial weather.
The small flame coming out of the candle was getting weaker and weaker.
I tried to rekindle it, but in vain, Hestia wouldn't show clemency today.
Slowly the cabin turns into a freezing square.
The ice protrudes through the walls and the windows.
Quick, I need to move out of here!
But my body won't listen, and my bones are cracking.
Am I trapped here?
In this white surrounding, my vision turned black.
What a great gift you gave me grandpa
I couldn't have dreamt, in my whole life.
Of a better graveyard
YOU ARE READING
A night dwelling with a candle
Poetry⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆꙳•❅*• •*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*‧ ‧*❆ ₊⋆･:*:｡･:*:･ﾟ I love winter :3 And it is soon winter, so i wrote a lil something to celebrate this ! Hope you'll like it
