the wick runs short the
candle fades
then flickers
and goes out
how many people
has she warmed
how many
shared her light
though with the wind
and with the rain
her flame
nearly died
she overcame
everything
until finally
there is no more
now she has
no use no
beauty she
lies still cold
darkness surrounds her
is this the
end or the
beginning
of something new