The darkness closes too soon
Around the ever fading flame
Whispers drawn higher
To a bellowing gale, tossed roughly
Around lucid wax, gathering at the base
Of the poor stump, so gravely ravished
By sonic blades, washed in endless cycles
Of darkness, darker to press back
The light in on itself, glinting in the waxy pools
Coiled in the rim beneath the flame
Too soon is the darkness come
What should have been
A lamp for a mighty gate
Splutters nigh unseen in the void.
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