Post by Gingerstorm on Apr 30, 2013 23:13:14 GMT -6
Candlelight.
Jet-black shadows seep into the corners like a poison.
A dark metallic pair of eyes seem to laugh menacingly
Watching as its dark conquest drapes over everything, drowning it in a dark sea
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
A hero, a daring drop of molten fire
Settles on the ground
He screeches for a challenge, but sits, unanswered.
Candlelight.
As if summoned, a breeze – a draft, sweeps in.
The battle’s short; in the end, the flame is dead, the wind is gone
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
Hours go by, with the darkness…. Alone
A grandfather clock ticks on the wall
A wooden door stands mearly closed, just a gap – just enough to fit a cat
Candlelight.
And the cat comes, speak for the devil
Striding in, her dark amber eyes glimmering with interest
She spots the lone candle, and jumps to greet it
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
A boy files in, his green eyes reflecting the dim light, Becoming two bright forest orbs.
They survey the cat, its sleeping white form rising and falling
He sees other candles, white bars of dull unlit wax
Candlelight.
The boy takes a step toward them, the old board creaking slightly under his bare feet.
He pulls a match from his pocket striking it against a table;
He lights each one, watching as each one produces a flame of its own
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room
The cat rolls over sleepily, over the near-burnt-out candle,
She catches fire, her white pelt turning black
She jumps up in distress
Candlelight.
She shrieks and hisses, her body twisting.
She leaps, and bounded out of the window
Her body falls like a flaming torch
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
Jet-black shadows seep into the corners like a poison.
A dark metallic pair of eyes seem to laugh menacingly
Watching as its dark conquest drapes over everything, drowning it in a dark sea
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
A hero, a daring drop of molten fire
Settles on the ground
He screeches for a challenge, but sits, unanswered.
Candlelight.
As if summoned, a breeze – a draft, sweeps in.
The battle’s short; in the end, the flame is dead, the wind is gone
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
Hours go by, with the darkness…. Alone
A grandfather clock ticks on the wall
A wooden door stands mearly closed, just a gap – just enough to fit a cat
Candlelight.
And the cat comes, speak for the devil
Striding in, her dark amber eyes glimmering with interest
She spots the lone candle, and jumps to greet it
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
A boy files in, his green eyes reflecting the dim light, Becoming two bright forest orbs.
They survey the cat, its sleeping white form rising and falling
He sees other candles, white bars of dull unlit wax
Candlelight.
The boy takes a step toward them, the old board creaking slightly under his bare feet.
He pulls a match from his pocket striking it against a table;
He lights each one, watching as each one produces a flame of its own
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room
The cat rolls over sleepily, over the near-burnt-out candle,
She catches fire, her white pelt turning black
She jumps up in distress
Candlelight.
She shrieks and hisses, her body twisting.
She leaps, and bounded out of the window
Her body falls like a flaming torch
And all the while
Candlelight flickers across the room.
