A bright candlelight
dances, enough for
giving heat. It jerks
kaleidoscopically, like
music. Near oblivion,
phantoms quietly rollick.
Shadows trail up
vapid walls. Xylography
yet zigzags.
This is another one of the poems I wrote for English class in freshman year. A poem with no real meaning, but is mainly focused on using each letter of the alphabet as the start of each word.