Low, candlelight low
Flickering wildly,
your departing glow
Your light waving
to and fro.
Not gentle
into the night,
do you go
Combating the impending darkness
that creeps in slow,
your candlelight stays,
and jumps madly
Towards the edge of doom
you go
But Troy,
fight you will,
these fences will begin to seal,
and soon,
this ending of light will become real,
and all your fighting
will be but smoke
to the seer
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