The daunting everlasting darkness,
She brings her light, a candle.
A tiny, wavering, fragile flame,
Delicate yet persistent, it lights her way.
She runs into the cave.

The cave is dark, daunting , and terrifies her.,
But she has her candle, so it will be okay.
The cave turns to a cavern, and a gust of air
Makes her candle flicker, but she wills it to stay strong.
This vast expanse of darkness,
Only makes her candle seem brighter.

Together, they fight their way through the abyss of black.
Others are there, their voices crying out,
Echoing and amplified across the walls
Her candle’s flames stretches to reach them,
It hears their cries that cannot be ignored.
She’s scared. Her poor candle, tiny and fragile,
Can’t possible reach them all with its flickering flame.
It grows. Willing itself to be bigger, brighter, hotter.

It will melt the darkness away.
The voices grow, her candle flickers.
The voices call, her candle shivers.
The voices plea, her candle strains,
It tries to reach them. It tries to help them.
It needs to. it has to. it cant.

Her candle, so hopeful and bright,
Flickers, fights, smothered, dies.
Her candle is gone. Eaten by the darkness,
She cries.

Left alone in the dark,
She stumbles to find her way
If only her candle hadn’t gone out,
Maybe then just one of the lost souls here would be saved.