Little flame
Flickering at night
Putting up a fight
Oxygen\'s running low
Barely letting it glow
Wriggles like a worm
Wax slowly becomes firm
Fire at the brink of death
Soon it\'ll take it\'s last breath
A grim room will be it\'s grave
Even if it burnt so brave
Defended the wick with its heat
Always got back on fiery feet
But even light will become a slave
Extinguish its power and behave
Before the darkest of ends