AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm doing National Poetry Writing Month and I decided to write a poem about Nicolae. It's in the form of a villanelle, hence the repeated lines. I'll let you decide who the speaker is :)
AND HIS NAME SHALL BE...
The brightest candle that ever held flame,
On the day of his birth, did promise that I
Shall be cast into night, and the world the same.
We nurtured him, that he may one day find fame,
And of him we whispered this wondrous sigh:
"The brightest candle that ever held flame."
With silver-tongued charm, he seized their acclaim
But avowed that even the ones who comply
Shall be cast into night, and the world the same.
The pure and the righteous he showered with blame
And death came to those who dared to defy
The brightest candle that ever held flame.
His unwavering prophet did boldly proclaim,
"This man is a god, and our enemies' lie
Shall be cast into night, and the world the same."
I was naught but a pawn in his covetous game,
Yet take solace in this, since my fate is to die:
The brightest candle that ever held flame
Shall be cast into night, and the world the same.