A candle sits
On top a desk
A lonely flame
A shining light
But then the darkness
Breaks away
Another light
Now shines real bright
It casts a flicker
It catches the eye
Of the other
candle present
Is this light
This flicker
This flame
A friend?
Or maybe this sight
Should be a source
Of worry, dread,
And fear
After all,
It seems that each
And every year
A new candle
Can be seen
So is it a friend,
A foe,
A fear,
Or is it someone
Who should be
Brought near?