What was once gold

I placed it on a shelf in my closet

A book was held in hand

With clanging of metal to metal a noise resembling hammer to anvil

A machine like persistance

To this day I feel the sting along with the fray 

I walked and ran but couldn't get away

It was a gold and white gold spiraled ring 

And now it's embedded in our old wedding candle melted into the wax.