Twirling in a trance of dazzling delight,
Beaming at an undeniable demise,
Dances a flickering flame, furiously bright...
Let her dance till she dies.

Exhausted in a searing struggle,
A candle bleeds and its blazing rays dull.

Yet, its flame dances as the wick withers,
She dances even when the dark's trying to smother her.
Isn't she scared, doesn't she shiver,
Shining till she's just a few faint embers?

Extinguishing in a burning battle,
She's poised on a wilting, waxy pedestal.

Aware of her fate as she fades away,
Crackling in chortles as she swirls and sways.
She dances, she prances, she's snuffed out in a smoky haze,
Knowing the candle would fizzle out anyway.

Everything shall end and the dark shall strangle,
We can't change that, after all, we're mortal.
...
But the final moments were given for us to handle,
We could weep, or wish for a possibility impossible,
Or we could dance like the flame atop the candle.

Twirling in a trance of dazzling delight,
Beaming at an undeniable demise,
Dances a flickering flame, furiously bright...
Let her dance till she dies.

© Alter Ego