The Raven's Candle Flame

In the dead of night, a raven's candle flame flickers,
A solitary beacon in the darkness,

Its ethereal glow dances with the shadows,

Casting a spell of mystery and allure.

The raven perches high on a gnarled branch,

Its ebony feathers shimmering in the moonlight,

A silent guardian of the night,

Watching over the world with ancient eyes.

The candle flame burns bright and steady,

A symbol of hope in the midst of despair,

Its gentle warmth a comfort in the cold,

Guiding lost souls back to the path.

In the stillness of the night, the raven's flame burns on,

A reminder of the beauty that exists in the darkest of places,

A testament to the resilience of the human spirit,

And the enduring power of light in the face of darkness.