Candle


The world is dark,
dark as night,
in her hand a candle, 
a match for which to light.
If she strikes it,
they will come,
howling, screaming, clawing.
But, if she doesn't,
lost could be their souls.

"Give me strength,
give me armor,
my hand is poised in ready.
When fear is threatening,
I turn to you,
you who will protect me."
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