Chambered Candlelight

 

There is no spark without you. 

  Nothing driving me home. 

It is a somber chamber, rather I decorate. 

  It is an imagination drudged up for play, 

It is a locked armor, 

  Casting me inside. 

Sure...

I have my amenities. 

And this little prison box, 

    ...without you.

Since however, 

  Without you I am...

I have had to twice burn 

   In this darkness, 

       my own flame. 

Twice as fast of course, 

   Fading away.