Slightest of the creatures dark, she held a candle - lit by spark.
It burned away the gloom and shadow - of her lonely chamber, stark.
And in the coldest of these moments, held fast by fearful want of more,
This one - she waited, paused a bit, perhaps too long by chamber door.
Her fingers danced, and hovered softly - upon the key to something more.
What is life, if not partaken? I've got a hint for you dark maiden:
Call forth to that one who waits. Cast a line, you've set the bait...
As life and beauty unbeknownst, can yield rewards anew - enamor...
Shall her line be thrown just short? Shy an inch by modest manner?
I see your rope, it does unravel! So lend a smile on wings to travel,
Across this static bitstream noise, and fall upon your refined poise.
Let these be your words to think on - and look upon that candle full...
I think you will, within good time - see many things can stir this lull.
Many things, with life can grow... and show a hidden meaning too.
Much like this verse - inspired by you.