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?