Life of a Candle

Candle bright and candle warm,
Candle shrinking in each moment,
Your children are the moths which swarm
Around your drowning base.
Candle wick on fire,
May your flame consume you quickly;
For your purpose is to quench the desires
Relying on a dark night's single light. 
Candle melting, candle dying,
You did well during your short span;
All the proof you need is the purple wax lying
In the holder to only be discarded.
Candle gone and weeping,
You were meant to burn with power;
Yet not a single soul contemplates keeping
What is dead and no longer ablaze
Without first knowing they shall receive something in return,
Greedy fools who use you aimlessly,
Wishing for not but to see you burn
Then melt away in a forgotten memory.

Reviews

[The 13th Eros]

There is an enchanted magic in your metaphors. Life meant for flames, to burn bright in the darkness of the night. And shadows want to swallow it. Yours is a light that will go on, dear poet.

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you! :)

[Jack...]

Beautiful, Sarah Marie. This is filled with a message and it is perfectly written to flow deeply within us. Very nice.

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you! This is an older piece, so I am glad you enjoyed this!

[Bluefire]

This is a complex poem that show you appreciate the candle even after it is dead and gone.
This is very good, and new to me for I am not familiar with the style, rhythm and rhyme.
But, that's what makes it unique and great.
Well done! ^^

[Sarah Marie]

I'm glad you enjoyed this!! I prefer the traditional styles with rhyme and meter. Thanks for the review!

[Bluefire]

No problem ^^