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A candle kind of personified. A quick poem written in exchange for math homework. |
She learned to dance before She learned to walk, in fact She never walked at all Simply waved and swayed On her perch she was the Only one, she would have Outshined anyone else Over and over she flickered and Twirled, against a black backdrop of the Tiny world she owned and as she Tried to perform a leap on the wind, a Tremor felled her core and she Backed down, growing small and frightened Beaten by her chilly enemy, she was weak But her show would go on, rising to her Beautiful full height, she resumed to dance Her resonating brilliance brightening and enlightening Her darkened surroundings and Her performance captivating to see Her spell cast on all the weary eyes that watch Except, at a distance Enter her domain and pay the price Endless pain is what she gives off for the Enchantress is cursed, to a life of Doomed exile and inevitable Death, her only joy in world of Dark demise is her never-ending Dance. But all dances come to an end. With the fatal gust of wind or With the accidental exhale, a Wondrous flicker of brilliant steps Withstanding grace, but not Life, and as she is thrown from her perch Letting herself be carried away, she dies Luminosity fails, the stage grows dark except for a Legenthening trail where she once was A swirling soul Ascending to the heavens, dancing All the tiny world in mourning And the smoke dances away |