The Life of a Candle

I was born of man's fear of the darkness.

A sacrifice to the night's black stillness.
After abducting me from a beehive.

Men rendered me and then boiled me alive.

My natural juices attract thin strings.
So they spun me until I sprouted wings.

I flew high attached to some coarse hemp dope.

I was inside out impaled on a rope.

When I cooled down I could sense I was trapped.
Myself and others were gathered and wrapped.

They squeezed dozens of us into one box.

We heard doors bolted, keys turning in locks.

We lay together unmoved for a week.

Then one day we heard men chanting in Greek.

They opened our box and carried us out.
We were in a cathedral tall and stout.

A bishop sang over us and blessed us.

He carried us high and made such a fuss.

Our freedom was coming I just knew it.

The string inside my body had a fit.

Then a flame appeared just above my head.

It ignited the string orange and red.

As I was waxing, truth flowed over me.

My burning sacrifice had set me free.

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