The Lantern of Hollow Flame
Remembering the ones who are lost
The Lantern of Hollow Flame
A lantern swings, in empty hands.
Its flame is thin, yet never dies.
It casts no warmth, it gives no light.
It only burns, to mark the lost.
The keeper walks, through fields of stone.
The graves are dark, the names erased.
The lantern hums, it pulls them near.
The hollow flame, collects their breath.
The eyes that watch, are blind with fire.
The lips that speak, are lined with ash.
The flame remembers, all it touched.
It grows with pain, it grows with fear.
And when the keeper, lifts it high.
The world will dim, the stars will crack.
The hollow flame, will rule the night.
And none will rise, from where it burned
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good job, Miss Marie. Another one that could be quite the thriller story this scary season.