5 September 2012
The candle
flickering in the darkness of the night, it is our only source of light. Glowing yellow for all to see, what lies ahead as they take steps with there feet. The moon is hidden behind the clouds, its very unusual there is not a sound. The flicker of the candle is the light of my life, if it goes out I will be stabbed with a knife. The wax is slowly running out, my life will end before I can shout. goodbye is my last word, no longer the candle burns.
The Candle • Opuss № I