A Candle Crying

Crying

Crying

A city sheds tears through the dismal night

Dying with the sting of the burning light

For the prancing flame munching on its wick

Crisping and crackling and more it will seek

Crying

Crying

The brutal sound of fire burning wax

And along its deadly path leaving cracks

The weeping city now a funeral ground

Where tears for the bereavement racing down

Crying

Crying

A crying candle dying from the heat

To the sorrowful grave it must submit

And that city’s last breath has gone away

It is time, the burning fire’s last day