The Lonely Flame
I am The Keeper of The Lonely Flame.
A solitary candle in the endless dark.
Cold and Small and Weak.
A mere flicker of what it once was.
A mockery of the tall shadows it use to cast.
A pathetic, laughable thing.
But a Flame none the less.

Copyright © 2004 by Richard E. Herrick, Jr. All Rights Reserved.

 

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