The Candle

There is a light flickering,
Just behind the crack in the doorway.
There is someone we know sitting there,
smoking.
I know the scent of those Cuban cigars.
He wants you to come in, Sister, and talk with him.

If you are still intrigued
then go,
For you are already lost
to the spell he cast
longtime gone
He will offer you a cigar,
and much more
But what he will take is all you have left
Mark my words
Be strong
Blow out the candle