2THE LAST FLICKERING FLAME
She is a mesmerizing wonder of white and gold
Fashioned with the Craftsman's gentle hands
Her unique majesty tests the temperamental tides
As a speck in an endless sea of fleeting beacons of light.
Vulnerable to Lover Fate's fickle caresses and capricious woos
Her ephemeral glow sways to the beat of a solitary dance
Such tantalizing light satiating her innate desires
Her delight making her melt and weep in sweet ecstasy.
She makes a leap of faith against all odds
Her steadfastness lighting the darkest corners of her soul
She vows to shine in zestful radiance for all to see
Cherishing meaningful existence over precious longevity.
Her pearly tears reach the bowels of Hells
Her whispered prayers kiss Heaven's gates
Never knowing if her next teardrop would seal her oblivion
Or if the next harsh wind would snuff out her zeal.
When the twilight of her being finally arrives
Her eyes flicker between parting breaths
With her last heartfelt teardrop shed
Comes contentment and peace.
She whispers her thanks to the Craftsman
For a lifetime lived and loved with no qualms
And as Lover Fate embraces her waning warmth
She blows him a kiss, lets out a misty sigh, and is no more...