One small flame burning bright,
Boldly holding off the night.
One solitary beacon, lone and warm,
Bravely holding off the swarm
Of Shadows.
One flickering flame, small and weak,
Buring down, oh so meek.
One tiny glow in a sea of black,
Simply cannot light the track
We walk.
One puny light, not bright
Enough to hold off the night.
One pathetic ghost of flame,
Striving to rid itself of shame
And sorrow.
Still burning. Alone.
4 comments:
beautiful.
Thanks, Tyler, for the link-- -- look, I started a Facebook group for ex-Writer's Crafters -- come join!
Writer's Craft Alumni
Beautifully eerie, Tyler. It stirred something within me.
I know what you mean, Emily. When I was writing it, I was at a low point. I was trying to cover how one can go from feeling invincible, defeating all comers, to being slowly worn down. A fire can hold off all darkness, but you need to feed it for it to continue burning. Rare is the flame that burns continually on it's own.
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