Candle's Glow
Through shadowed halls, where whispers wail,
I tread alone, a ghostly trail.
The weight of night, eternal veil,
Till one faint spark did not fail.
A candle, trembling, weak and low,
Its flicker kissed the dark’s tableau.
A shimmer small, yet still aglow,
A fragile guide through all I know.
Darkness—oh, my cursed kin,
The womb of grief where I begin.
No dawn, no stars, no hope within,
Only scars carved deep, my sin.
Encased, entrapped, by shadows vast,
Each fleeting step bound to the past.
I clutch the flame, my soul steadfast,
Yet cannot see how long I’ll last.
The candle flickers, never sated,
A starving beast, unconsummated.
I walk where time is mutilated,
A labyrinth premeditated.
The start, I’ve lost; it fades in mist,
The end’s a phantom, sly and twist.
Each heartbeat marks a name dismissed,
Each sigh a yearning unresist.
These scars upon my weary heart,
Etched tales of times now torn apart.
Yet still I seek, though wounds do smart,
The spark that bids me play my part.
To and fro, I blindly wander,
Through the depths where doubts do squander.
In the flicker, thoughts grow fonder,
Of a name I cannot ponder.
What is this grimoire, grim and worn?
Its pages creased, its covers torn?
A truth I seek, yet feel forlorn,
For answers wait where hope is sworn.
I read, I mutter, spells undone,
Beneath the light of a phantom sun.
What lies beyond, what must be won?
A truth, a name, perhaps just one.
This candle’s glow, my sole embrace,
It casts the shadows on my face.
Through endless night, I’ll keep my pace,
Till I find what time erased.