The Candle That Burns Too Quickly
The candle that burns too quickly
Has a fervent flame that devours air
Like many a starved jackal.
This candle who's fire burns brighter
By minute, brings about a waste of wax
With a shrewd wanton shrug.
How glorious, and great this solar torch
Rears its head, for one grand moment.
This illumination bright, and bold
As a beacon point, is short seen
And furiously fast in its fading.
Then sight is lost to a darkened room.
The walls reflect stained and strained bleakness.
And where there once was light
Now is simply black and burnt remains,
Leaving hearts hollowed
By a quickened candle's
Insatiable consumption toward searing glory.
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