Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Candlestick Maker

Thick wicked dipped
Tediously in her vast vat
of molten scarlet wax
Dyed with regeneration
a world's worth of bleeding hearts
Not a word spoken as sparked
Flickering her frozen flames
Forsaking darkest demons
Demanding illumination beyond
Alluring illusions bound to bitterness
Love dripping from her scolded fists
Purest peace flows forth
in the fire of her open palm

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