A dim flame flickers,
     as if it were dancing to a rhythm..
     as if it were alive,
     as if it was reflecting a life.
It fights with itself...
               extinguish, breathe,
     extinguish, breathe.
The light bounces off its surroundings,
Doing a tango with its shadow.
     Light, darkness.
     Good, evil.
     Strength, weakness.
It casts demons on the wall,
It casts illuminations on the wall.

A light breath,
     threatens its dance,
          while the tiny wick
               struggles to provide life.
A drop of oil,
     fuels the glimmer,
          while the air whirls by,
               jeopardizing its fate.

A dim flame flickers,
     bobs and weaves,
     jumps and jives,
     flashes and sparks.
A war between the elements,
               Fire, air...
     Air, fire.
Radiating beauty,
Providing a glimpse of hope and soul,
     Chaotic and raw,
     Wild and free,
     Magnificent and untamed.
Embrace the dark and honor the shine,
Love the twilight and be engulfed in the magic.