the candlelight
it flickers
soft and yet bright
it can be extinguished
so easily
with but a puff of air
or a drop of water
it is like a human life
or soul
the soul can be put to death
with but a few words
words can kill

~

the man in the black coat
resides within every candleflame
waiting to crush it out
at first notice
he travels by night
he cannot stand the light of day
that spiteful man

the man is a weaver
a weaver of webs
he spins every life
and watches as others get caught
existing within eachother
"I am Life!"
he says with a deceiving laugh
and turns to his weaving
he weaves by calnlelight
that sly man

his black coat flutters in the wind
as he stands on the cliffs
sweeping the blowing threads
(-souls-)
in his crushing hand
to weave with
he is power-hungry
all power he has
and all power is bad
that sadistic man

my thread
is blowing in the wind
it sticks to others
as it passes
close to the cliffs it blows
and the man catches it
his hand is everywhere
in his hand it powders
(-that man-)
a rose grows by his feet
(-that man-)
he throws the fragments of my thread
to it
it eats hungrily
as he does
that deceiving man