A candle was lit
By a maiden fair
And carried aloft
With steps of care.
For its flame would guide
Her lover tonight,
Their love consummated
By its flickering light.

A candle was lit
By a mother-to-be
As the life held within
Now sought to be free.
Its flame danced with joy
As the child was born
And kept vigil with mother
'Til the dawning morn.

A candle was lit
By an ancient crone
As herb and intention
In the cauldron were thrown.
Its flame pulsed higher
With the rhythm of chant
As the crone danced wildly
To an arcane rant.

A candle was lit
Long, long ago.
Dividing the night
With its infinite glow.
The flame of the Spirit
Grows brighter still.
It burns within all.
Its magick is real.

... Moone

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