A flame has finally died.
For long it flickered,
Waning in the harsh breeze.
Its warmth and heat
Succumbed to its merciless foe.
The little light dwelled in my soul,
Traveling far and wide,
On each written word it did ride.
There is no place I shall longer go,
My home is among the tangling weeds, Here I shall forever know.
A flame has finally died.