Fire

Lighting a dark room with a warm glow

It wards off evil

Sending shadows to the wall

Orange, yellow and gray swirl around one another

The gray wisps dance and swirl like ballerinas dancing up to the ceiling

Orange and yellow flames play child's games around the wick like small children telling camp stories around a bomb fire

Producing a slow beat of heat to the small area

Hot to touch

It burns wondering fingers or curious hands

A small flame soon to be burn out

But releases the scent within it's chambers

This is the words of a candle

Doom to grow shorter and to go out like a dieing breath

Leaving small gray wisps to go poof

This is the life and wonders of a candle