(Ryo's Poetry Journal: Entry One)
The Dancing Flame
Author: Zorra Reed
The dancing flame burning bright
keeping me company at night
High it jumps
It's soft flame glowing
But I do not feel the soft glow
the warmth on my face
Little do I heed the flames dance
swaying to and fro
The stone outside is growing cold
as the night chills
Evil is about
The world seems still and dark
I am cold tonight
sitting in the candles light
I am blind
Indulging in a wicked wine
I don't deserve the candles warm glow
for I betrayed it long ago.
