Deuce TheWise

A Brief, Yet Lovely Light

In my darkest days and darker nights. Alone in the bitter cold I stood. My fingers, numb and lifeless, held onto the only possession I could not give up to the whistling winds and the ruthless ice. In my hand, I clutched a candle stick. Carved from my own spirit encasing one of my heart strings, it held a flame only for mere moments. Taken away by the merciless cold I had become accustomed to; yet fought for the hope of warmth. I walked along the snowcapped roads in search of a spark to light my candle.