Beacon of Hope

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



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