A single flame
In misted glass
Stood before
A vast sea of dark
This marauding darkness
Was a black beast
Searching for flesh
On which it could feast
But that meagre flame
Became a valiant dagger
Piercing the beast
And killing its power
And the little flame danced
In the fading night
As it watched the beast
Retreat in awe of its might
Beacon of Hope


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