Poetry Contest Entry

Candles

~By Taya

Candles, candles, burning bright
In the weary dark of night.
In thy power, thy flames burn
And hold in its power, to thy turn
From the nights long time since due
The evil powers run askew
Taunted by the seventh powers
From the gates of dark’s highest towers.
Candles, candles, with thy power
Red light with its will gone sour
In the night of dark’s most devious hour
And its rival turn to cower.
With the light of sun be gone,
And midnight takes its dark to none
The cries of six magnificent voices
And the cries of those that cannot make noise
Candles, candles, in the night
Burn the forests, burn them bright
All the evil comes out tonight
In all the quails of all blood-light.
Even in its reddened grasp
The candles flame does turn to rasp
The powers of the six who come
And stand at the hand of those who roam.
And even if they stood a chance
The evil would falter its deadly grasp…
Candles, candles, burning bright
In the paleness of all blood-light
The powers of good and the powers of evil
Clash this night, and make it seem real
Even if this deadly night
Could turn into a evil plight
All the candles would fall to the ground
And evil would die, without a sound.

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