Candelabra
A noble sacrifice in a dim lit space
The candelabra extends its arms with grace
Droplets of wax burn its hands
His selfless role no one understands
Each waxen luminary's gentle dance
Ignites the stage, a luminous romance
The candelabra's arms, a cradle strong
Supporting flames that sing their silent song.
With every flicker, life's essence shared,
A gift of light, a testament declared,
Its molten sacrifice, a symbol true,
A beacon bright, in darkness it imbues.
In whispered tales of sacrifice and gleam,
A guiding light, in life's grand scheme
The candelabra’s gift is eternal light
For souls lost during the night
Maxwell O’Reilly
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