The candle burns, the wick will turn, the flame into the light, upon the tones that travel with the shadows in the night. Within the secrets hidden depths, upon the windows form, the skies complete the stars conceit until the light of dawn. The moonlit watch around the clocks, upon the hands of mind, with seconds rate the moments fate that destinies incline. the winds will howl, the trees will bow, to rights they are in deed, in flight upon their character their branches hold their leaves. the spirits in the gazing moon on beams their paths design, will gesture to the wraiths that walk eternal lengths of time. In words before the rising sun, the darkest souls conform, to questions that the answers lack in light the sun has drawn.