A Candle Burns

Dwayne

Burning

Burning

A candle is burning through the sad night

Winds of currents putting up a fight,

Against a dancing flame eating wooden wick

With a crisp and crack of wood, and walls to lick

 

Burning

Burning

The crackling of fire burning wax to ashes

Under dark clouds of cotton a city weeps

For the soul of many the arsonist sweeps

Waving the watchful sky as it passes by

 

Burning

Burning

A dying candle is crying, under the moon’s eye

A waxen city in tears, as mournful as a grave

In ruins, by a performing lens on a stick

And tearing like rubble, black and brown gravel

 

“In honour of the Castries Fire”

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