the fire burns the wick
Tender and calm
the wind blows the flame
Causing such alarm
the phantom flame
Grows ferocious still
the heat weakens
And shivers from the chill
as the breath of air blows with such force
The blackened souls rise and burn
charcoaled through and through
They cry and writhe and turn
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