Candlelight

Wandered lost into a world both strange and implacably familiar

Where angels and devils dance, where fires burn bright past the length of the wicks

And the saints lie complacent as the sinners take their hits

And the paint on the canvas draws me in, to a life I've never believed yet always lived

Every movement is an inspiration, an improvisation in a world so carefully thought out

Who brought out the devil in me, who sought out the worst of me

Now gone, and all I hold in my hands a world long lost to the pen

Now she draws on my thoughts, and I transcribe my dreams

At the cost of a filthy soul, I have been made whole

By the remnants, I sit here cold on the balcony, half inspired to jump

Half begging release, this dichotomy held steady like the pencil in my hand

Who dresses the page in each stage of transcendence, who addresses the stage

With perfect diction, in complete confidence, you are my secrets

My audience, you are my mistress, and I have a show for you

A rose in full bloom, whose embrace leaves you trickling, whose face has you leaning in

For a hint of what this is, a tryst with a world you can't quite grasp

Where angels and devils dance, and fires burn bright past the length of their wicks.