I the wick

burned alive

disappearing into an ashy head

smiling children clap sing dance

gasping in wonder at your glow

flaming hotblooded intense heat

wax drips air fills with fragrance

holy scared bringing us to tears

all you we bow to worship

all you we bend our knee

all you forgetting me

my thin meek thread

that made you magic

instead of just a limp

crayonnic of nothing