That flame
in the dim hall
it flickers
off and on and off again
like death fighting life
or the mirror
like dark fighting light
as it bursts black
amidst the bright
or shots of white
like phosphor on fire
burning away the empty silence
That flame
in the dim hall
it flickers
off and on and off again
like death fighting life
or the mirror
like dark fighting light
as it bursts black
amidst the bright
or shots of white
like phosphor on fire
burning away the empty silence
