A burnt candle.
How many have written about me
Tried to glorify me, my existence
Even glorify my end?
Sometimes I wonder
what an imagination to entice,
To embrace an end as gory as mine.
Would you, sir, the wondrous man of the world
Yes you sir, one who wrapped in such finery,
sits and watches with rapt attention my demise
Let me flutter, as do the wings of my beloved.
Let us dance together for one last time
before I singe her and darkness snuff me out.
Would you sir, make a pact with darkness
forever to spare some moments of my spent life?
Would it make sense to your undeniable intellect?
For, you would with ease light yet another one.
For me, this is the end.
End of a lifetime.
End of one chance.
End of a love story.
End as yet another burnt candle.
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