She had a candle,

Dancing with colors, bright and gay.

She kept it going,

Shielded it from the winds,

And it lit up fires in her eyes.

A typhoon hit,

Dark and furious, wind and rain,

Stinged her hands, her face,

Yet she protected the candle.

Her eyes blazed like bonfires.


As all candles do,

The fire cut it away,

Leaving a stump, a fragment,

And she tried to save it, move the fire;

As she looked up, her eyes yellow panic-

-The candle flickered out.