glowing brighter than a lit flame, a bed of Wax that slowly runs out over time. a light so delicate blown out by a single breath. lost within the burning flame, something that looks pretty, would never be imagined to be so deadly.
oh candlelight how your scent is nice. when you enter a room you make such delight. but once you go out you give us all a fright, really depending on whether it's day or night. for such beauty is beyond compare, drawn to something that can be so rare
dying within an instant, lit once again, but when my matches run out. I will lose such a friend.