+the Gift Of The Gods+ Poem by Jennifer Rychter

I watch the candle burn,
Glowing softly in the night,
As the dim flame pierces the infinite darkness which has swallowed my soul...

Burning so bright yet so dull,
Like a star in the sky,
Lighting up my path and enabling me with the gift of sight...

It dances in the winds,
With a light so pure,
As I watch the sparks drift gracefully through the air...

The untames flames started dying,
Like fading memories in my mind,
And I wonder how something so calm and innocent could cause so much disaster...

Threatening and fearless,
Raging fires from Hell,
In the hands of humans, The gift of the gods is the gift of destruction...