Candles
By Rob Tester III, 7th Aug 2012 | Follow this author
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This poem was actually fun to make. The poem has a somewhat gothic taste to it that I've enjoyed making in practically any thing that I write. I supposed that my readers might enjoy a gothic poem. So this one is for the readers. Comments are open.
Candles
Candles
In a Church
Somewhere
Far off
And away.
It is quiet
And it is at
Night.
Inside the Church
It has a gothic setting
And it is quite empty.
The scent
Of Burning Incense
Is among.
There are
Twenty-five rows
Of Pews.
Two groups
One for the left
One for the right.
Shadows are
Everywhere.
The only source
Of light
Are from
The Candles.
Their tiny flames
Dance
In the Moonlight.
Now
There is a lie
In the House
Of God.
There is
A Hooded Man
Cloaked
In a thick
Dark
Velvet color.
Very much
Like a Monk
But he is anything
But that.
He is not Sinister
Nor is he Controlling
But he is there
Just for show.
Observe him.
Only his hands
Can be seen.
Now
His hands
Are moving slowly.
Moving
Up and Down
In a wide motion.
The Candles
Are following
His gestures.
When his hands
Move up
The Candles
Extend their flame
And grow outwards.
When his hands
Move down
The Candles
Lower their flame
And calm down
But do not
Extinguish.
There are four groups
Of Candles
In front of him.
Two for the right
Two for the left
And one-hundred and fifty
In each group.
His hands
Make a small jerk
Upwards
And the Candles
Follow him
Swiftly.
Then his fingers
Clench
To make a Fist.
The Flames
Bow to Him.
He then slowly
Pulls his fingers
Back.
The Flames
Bend backwards.
His left arm
Raises
And the Candles
On the left side
Extend outwards.
He brings
His left arm down
And raises
His right arm.
The Candles
On the right side
Extend their flames.
He then
Twitters
And wiggles
His fingers
And the flames
At first flicker
Then start
To dance.
Then each Candle
Seems to have
Their own
Horned demon
At the center.
He then
Quickens his moves
And they become
More complex
And complicated.
But the Candles
Respectfully
Follow along.
After all
They always have.
The Man
Then stops
With his movements
And the candles cease
In their movements.
The Cloaked Man
Reaches up
To his hood
And makes a motion
To take it off.
But the
Now-Empty
Cloak
Falls to the
Marble floor.
The Candles
Extinguish themselves
As if caught
In a high gust
Of wind.
Everything else
Is now quiet.
Just like it
Has been
Is now
And Forevermore
Shall be.
The Church
Is now quiet
And no one
Is going to
Disturb it.
Outside
The trees
Are dead.
Without
A single
Leaf.
Like it
Has Been
Is Now
And Forevermore
Shall be.
Comments
8th Aug 2012 (#)
the beauty and purpose of candles is described in romantic and real manner
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10th Aug 2012 (#)
Well written poem which is quite thought provoking one! I really appreciate the way you used the flames of the candle obeying the commands of the hooded man who is there for show in the church! Wonderful dear Rob! Thanks for sharing!
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