In the quiet corner of a shadowed room,A candle stands, a sentinel of light,Its flame dances, dispelling the gloom,A beacon of warmth in the heart of night.It whispers tales through the soft, flickering glow,Of ancient dreams and forgotten times,Its gentle light casts a golden flow,Weaving magic in silent rhymes.The wax drips slowly, marking time’s flight,Each tear a memory, a moment’s trace,A silent witness to the passing night,In its flicker, a serene, tender grace.Oh, fragile keeper of the hidden flame,In your glow, the world is held still,A quiet guardian, ever the same,In your light, hearts find their will.