Candles 

Draw back the drapes, 
It's dark outside. 
But the burning, dancing, glowing, 
Impetuous flames 
Spark, and stir the being, the life. 
Armed with the bitter touch 
To stop them in their tracks, 
The night calls forth an army. 
The minions of misconception who thrive on fear, 
The phobias of man. 
Illuminated by candles 
Are the echo's of cries and shrieks 
Of tortured souls. 
The light flickers, shudders, from the howling 
Voices, the shrill and cutting screams. 
Nothing, no one is immune. 
From this thing. 
To understand is to die 
And realize it's been a dream. 
The lurking shadow that veils your eyes, 
Is dark and cold and traps reality. 
It controls what is believed. 
To confront is the last thing 
The burning, dancing, glowing, 
Impetuous flame would ever do. 
As the curtains burn, 
They give off an amazing light. 
The night becomes day, the shadows disappear. 
The cries silenced. 
  
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1999 © Joshua Golden