The Burning Candles Poem by Nudershada Cabanes

Standing in the golden candelabra
The candles guarded the night with their light
Like watchmen guarding the king's old palace
They silently burn through the cold dark night

Holding their vigil with utmost reticence
Brightly burning as their bodies dying
Their waxed melted and slowly dripped away
Like snow thawing in the heat of the sun


At break of dawn the burning candles died
Snapped by gust of wind from the open door
Night has left, the darkness has disappeared
Sun is rising to guard the day with light