She was like a candle.
His touch set her ablaze.
Illuminating her present by incineration of her past.
She burnt and burnt till there were ashes at vast.
He tried to hold her,  but through his fingers, the ashes slipped.
She was finally free,  free from confinements of her sins.
His fire made her pure.
Released her soul from the impure.
The fire was the end of her,  and she swallowed it right the abyss of her soul.
The fire was her redemption, which made her whole*.

Tonight the moon  isn't beautiful anyhow.
Tonight the dark has stolen the show.
The bright light is just demorphing the infinite  dark.
Tonight the light is just one ugly mark.
The dark holds the peace in it .
and the light is full of discord.
Darkness holds the beauty tonight.
It is defeating the light without any fight* .