Candle

I was given life when we touched,

A reaching hand towards a glowing light. 

Now my keeper can see,

As can I with utter delight.

On my pedestal I look upon many,

Crying and moaning is all I hear.

I dance amongst the breaths,

Of grief, anger and fear.

Let me be your guide in the dark,

Your sanctity from the world.

Pass me around like a gift,

A treasure to be unfurled.

A plethora of emotions make me flicker,

But as time goes by I make a wall.

Protection for my short life,

A destined death to befall.

The ground rumbles beneath my pedestal,

Sounds of agony and curses are spoken.

My sight is limited to my wall and skylight,

Oh Apollo, where have I awoken?

Pounding doors and pounding hearts,

The floor creaks and whispers hush.

I am their only glint of hope,

Without me won’t it all flush?

A crash brings voices,

Commanding tones and happy cheers.

I have served my purpose,

To be the hope against the fear.

I am not their only hero.

Rose on this grand pedestal.

But I am still the very hero,

That is every bit credible.

My keeper peers close to my wall,

The time has come without a doubt.

One last laugh to praise the victory of it all,

What do I do now that my flame is blown out?