The candle has burnt, a wax shell
a lesson learned dead men don't tell
smoke, now clear air
illumination from despair
Flame in a hangman's dance
rolling wax tears, fall in balance
swirling time, charred, used
ethereal light from those abused
Prometheus unchained
desires unrestrained
spark of light flashes
the phoenix raises from ashes
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