Look at that

At that flame
Dancing 'round

See it twist and turn
Watch it singe and burn
Feel it; airy and warm

Watch it spread out from the wick
Setting the frigid air aflame
Springing from a candlestick
And into a phantom nothing again

See the fire's tongues lick
Like tendrils whipping the air
Sick'ning in beauty

Stare at them, at the sun
The light is still providence
Whether outdoors or in one
The darkness still with rays is rent

Unlike the darkness that is fought
The light is of its own thought
Light is an is, rather than an is not

Untamed, uncaptured
Only found

Look at that

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 327 AF.