Memorial obelisk
Flickering wicks of black

Pain sleeps through the evening
Resting on silhouette clouds

Take my hand
Cold and unmoving now

Slick tendrils of fragrant attraction
Set free by its spell

Lacerating the holy bandages
Furthering the torrid air

Plague of nothing
All-consuming hatred of man

Freedom, delicious and pure
On the wings of a dancing flame
A candle

A candle lit for death