Late at night,
By candle light,
My writings caught fire,
It gave me a fright,
I awoke in a crazed half drunken daze,
Staring at flames burning page after page,
The blaze was amazing but it didnt phase me,
I watched it for maybe a minute or two,
Unsure exactly of what I should do,
Call it a game and say "I am through"?
The longer I waited the more the flame grew,
Its true at the end we all must face death,
But I'm not going out like that...not yet,
Half boredom half regret,
The yellow-orange glow gorgeous like a sunset,
I extinguished the blaze,
like a cigarette in an ash tray...