Spirit Of Candles Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Spirit Of Candles

Sometimes they wear a crown of a dancing flame
Pointing in the opposite direction to the prevailing wind as if to apportion blame

Sometimes a thick wick sits upright like a prick
Atop a fluted cylindrical tower not made of brick

Sometimes planted in a candelabra d'or
Standing majestically on the bare floor

Or, stabilised in the remains of its own combustibles
In which, sometimes, the tower collapses and the resulting inferno becomes impossible

Distinguished only as the source after extinguishing
The cylindrical tower long gone in the fire it was languishing in

To become a forgotten spirit of candles
Sought after in the nether world by dark angels

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