Sigh

A body of wax and an embedded wick

Shaped into a tiny lil stick

Home was nothing but just four walls

Alike living in a confined hall

Never much a use when all was well

Remain untouched in this lonely cell

Then came one cold and chilly long night

When nothing at all seemed so bright

Sparks came by, flare then emerged

And rooms enlivened for the dark was purged

Everything illuminated as time goes by

Its purpose was served with a silent cry

Soaring flames made its body wore

Deliberately melting to its very own core

Holding on till things got right

A puff then bids goodbye, and goodnight.