The Dancing Light Of Candles

 

Flickering shadows cast upon the night

Phantoms leaping on oak panelled walls

Where the final breath of evening gently falls

The white and orange glow of candlelight

Will soothe the nervous child and ease his fright

Or so your aged memory recalls

Flickering

 

There is no more a sweet magical sight

Than darkness where a defeated demon crawls

When faced with candlesticks in darkened halls

That throw open escape routes safe and bright

Flickering