Darkness

When the nights are heavy,
and my eyes are weary,
I'll blow out this candle, 
and think about you.
About the times yet to come,
and the times passed by,
winged with a passion,
of a love tied twice.
Once by faith, once by pledge.

When the nights are long,
and my eyes are broody,
I'll blow out this candle,
and think about you.
About the pacts that are made,
and the stories that fade,
crimson with fire, 
and brighter with lies.

up on this altar,
I'll never leave ground,
just pray for the best, 
and let my candle flicker on.
......
until the flame,
it slowly dies...
and will never,
ever,
light on.

Malsha Walgamage©
2008/10/31