candle, burning bright,
will I take my last breath tonight?
Oh, bright flame, oh, orange glow,
am I not supposed to know?
in heaven, illuminate the road
so if I can, I can get rid of this load.
Moon, if you can hear my plea,
please, oh please, set my soul free.
A/N: I don't know where I thought of this one, either, but I do like it. I may expand it if I can write more pieces to it- I may also make it more of a horror poem. We'll see. R&R!
December 6, 2008