Phenomenal Candlestick In A Rural Cathedral Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Phenomenal Candlestick In A Rural Cathedral
I stand on the altar
Being an honest pillar.
Candles burn meekly,
In the horrible night
I am alone like a ghost?
The remaining wax they scrape
Early in the morning
I am waiting, in vain!
And I realized the candles
Which burnt to give light?
Though I hold them
I am only a cat's-paw
And the Ownership
Goes to that superimpose?
To Frank James Ryan Jr. in gratitude!
*We two form a multitude.
-Ovid
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