Mood: Foggy, Slightly Bored
Music: Life In Technicolor Part 2., by Coldplay
The Brief Yet Wondrous Life Of A Flame Struck In The Dark - A Poem
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The darkness crept in all around,
and filled the air without a sound,
The utter darkness hung about,
that filled the senses, stilled the shout,
And brought to one a dreaded feeling,
so dark, so cold, and yet revealing,
Of the tears, the moans, the screaming,
and the places, cold and teeming,
With the creatures of most ancient and forgotten lore.
Then for a second, a brief second,
light burst forth, though darkness beckoned,
Shattering the darkness, dispelling the gloom,
lighting the contents of the forgotten room you stood in so long ago.
And for moment fire shone,
and lit the air, the dust, the stone,
In that place now so far away.
And then it flickered, waved and sputtered,
as the wind with sighs and mutters,
Sought to quench the flame so dear,
the light that banished
darkest fear,
And then at last there in the dark,
the flame dimmed to but a spark,
And then at last the flame receded,
though it's light was sorely needed,
And the dark came swirling back,
from the corners and the cracks,
And filled the room once more.
What is the flickering of the fire but a life?
To be born into darkness.
To bring light.
To live.
To love.
And to dim, in the fullness of time,
leaving the mystery of darkness as it was when we came.
Is it not extraordinary?
The simple life of a flame struck in the dark.
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