The Candle Flame

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A eerie poem filled with suspense

Submitted: February 19, 2010

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Submitted: February 19, 2010

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The Candle Flame
 
The Candle Flame burns in the night
And takes away our fears
The howling of a bloodhound
Is thrust upon our ears
And to the field our eyes are bound
To see the big surprise
As Grandpa plays a banjo
To say his last goodbyes
 
The Candle Flame is burning
As Grandpa ends his tune
To search for what is lurking
Beyond the golden moon
And as he leaves the wind blows
Against our weathered skin
 And we kiss the dying rose
Then start to crack a grin
 
The Candle Flame burns hotter
As the rose slips away
To a world sweet as sugar
Free from our solemn way
In which the taste we know is thinning
While we just act the same
Hoping the field is willing
To relieve our bitter pain
 
The Candle Flame burns higher
The wax is dripping down
The field is proving wiser
Than he who wears the crown
And our senses greatly change
As we are truly stunned
Entering into the range
Of the ones deathly loved 
 
The Candle Flame burns bright
Yet, the night is near gone
Its closing on its resting time
With the birthing of the dawn
And to the ground the wax drips
To form the endless doubt
And as the sun rises on the still
The candle flame burns out
 


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