Inspired by William Blake's "The Sick Rose".

R&R!

~Star~

O' Candle you burn,
With a gentle glow,
And you spread blessed light,
Both to friend and to foe.

But though light is heavenly,
I fear your great skill,
In showing the way,
To those wishing to kill.

You cast no regard,
To the wanderers who search,
In the darkness of night,
For your hope-giving torch.

And yet, still I fear you,
And cast you away,
I'll take not your lies,
But the light of the day.