There was the flickering flame
At the corner of the room
Used to be bright, once upon
Wick is running out of time
Till it burns away, forever
Soot of yesteryear
And the blackened walls
Hand-prints left on them
Last remains of glowing days
Flame becomes shorter
Fumes of last breath
Choking the lungs
Guiding hands
Shall keep the flames alive
From the gusty winds
For how long
Before it extinguishes
Fading away to the darkness