Written By Emotions

Let the waning flame die

The burning candle—set as a display picture—
mourns the hearts
that fought to the bitter end,
yet success eluded them in every disguise.
It weeps for the souls
who died on their battlefield,
still clutching hope
they'd see the war through—
only to crumble into dust,
not in surrender,
but in silent collapse.
This candle—
this final ember—
was the last breath,
the final flicker
that kept them alive.
But even it now wanes.
It trembles beneath its own heat,
its own wounds,
its own blood and sweat
that once kept it burning—
now becoming the very thing
that drowns it.
Let the flame extinguish.
Let hope die,
not in despair,
but in mercy—
to spare what little remains.
To grant rest
to a soul scorched by its own light.