A flickering candle burns,

swallowing the darkness

with all of its courage.

Flaming

as waves pass,

salt scorching

the beauty of beeswax.

I wonder who lit this metaphorical breath.

Who first saw the tiny point in the distance,

the night melting away into the mystery unknown.

Did they make it out alive?

Or did they succumb to the darkness

drawing into the frigid depths

with the anglerfish,

A sea of darkness

taking snuff

to the light.