Beneath the sterile glare
of an artificial light
our shadows have no flair
they're victims of the bright
but candlelight will make them thrive
and seem as though they've come alive.
The flicker of the flame
can make the darkness dance
like spirits come to claim
their one and only chance
to join the living here today
before the night takes all away.
Are You Reading Me?
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