The Wick Effect

The burning phosphorus Meets with the lonely wick. Another candle lit. The warmth envelops my body. Heat diminishes the cold. I feel the passion. But…at a cost. Another monster has arisen From the cathedral, and has joined the others. Waiting. Watching. Shadowing us. They watch the candles ‘til they are puddles. I must ignite another lone candle. I must welcome another monster To the marriage.