🗂️🗄️📒Poetry From The Archives📒🗄️🗂️ No. 8 – The Candle Flame/A Villanelle

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I sit by the fire, story-telling far into the night.
The wind howls mournfully, and I hear the sound of the rain.
I long for you, my love, in the candle flame's light.

But I fear you are not with me, out of sight.
As always, in the shadows, near, yet far away, the cause of my pain.
I sit by the fire, story-telling far into the night.

I wish you were here, within the vision of my sight.
So I could tell you that I care, and how much I love you, again and again.
I long for you, my love, in the candle flames’s light.

My stories are of battles and who won the fight.
But alas, my dearest love, the winning and losing, the battles are in vain.
I sit by the fire, story-telling far into the night.

Honour and glory are the brave warrior’s right.
But war brings tragic death, an aching loneliness, with nothing to gain.
I long for you, my love, in the candle flame’s light.

But you are gone, a casualty of war’s terrible blight.
Death’s shadow has darkened my door, with an act so profane.
I sit by the fire, story-telling far into the night.
I long for you, my love, in the candle flame’s light.

©🦊 VixenOfVerse, 2009