Candle’s Waltz

Warm orange and yellow light

Circling and weaving within itself

An aura forms and shines bright

Footsteps seem to appear within the wax

A solo dancer, confident and without fright

Speeding and slowing at her own pace

Staying still whilst swaying left and right

A gust of wind blows, chilling the candle

With a discharge of smoke, there is no light

The dancer is no more, Sorrow shown in soot.