In the quiet of a moonlit night,
Candles flicker, soft and bright.
Shadows dance upon the wall,
A gentle whisper, a silent call.

Flames that sway with every breath,
Warding off the looming death.
In their glow, we find our peace,
A moment’s rest, a sweet release.

Light that pierces through the dark,
Leaving trails, a glowing mark.
Candles burn with soulful grace,
Illuminating every face.

As the wax begins to fade,
Dreams and hopes, in light, are made.
In the heart of every night,
Candles give their tender light.