"Fire's burning, Fire's burning. Draw nearer, draw nearer. In the glowing, in the glowing. Come burn, and bleed," a telltale voice sang from the shadows.
A dark flame flickered in the night, crackling to the beat of the eerie song. It sat atop a thick purple candle.The candle sat in a room, a rather large room. It was filled with trinkets, and baubles. The room was kept in good order, not a stray object. There the candle sat, and crowned upon the candle was the tiny flickering flame.
A person sat in that room, as well. A girl in particular. She sang a little tune, mind lost to the world. Shadows seemed to coat her, and she didn't mind. The little flame rather liked the girl, she would always sing to him. So he followed her song, surely she wouldn't always sing the same one if she didn't mean for him to do it. So the small black flame grew, burning brighter. He grew, and grew, all the while the girl laughed, clapping in appreciation.
He consumed the mansion, his home. The only thing that didn't burn was where he sat, a thick purple candle.
He realized he was alone now, so he wept. Black sparks ran down the flame's face, and he sat for a very long time, in a pile of ashes.
