Night, and a spark
Two or three more
Finally a flame appears
I light the skull
The darker side of me
I light the white one
And sit it next to the skull
One would think they would war
But they both burn still
I light the next
The flame is low in it
Stained glass
I light its older brother
Bluer, much bluer
Than the one beside it
And much more troublesome
While all the others burn still
Like the skull and its counterpart
This one jumps and flickers
It has spirit
The little black candle
In the Halloween holder
A refuge for all the excess wax
That the others leave behind
And only because it barely burns
But this little one
Will tolerate it no more
It tries to jump as high
As its big blue neighbor
Keep on fighting little one
You'll make it
The next are plain
Only different colored
Bubbly holder things
Distinguish them
First green, then red
The skull goes out on its own
And I don't bother to relight it
Adn the blue one has calmed down
I think they tire
Good night, my dear friends
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