Two were we with candles all alight

By ones and threes we counted thee

A measure gainst the night

Room so large

Cavern mans’ hand made

Irregular in shape

A dull routine calculated, promotes

Vague thought – none bright.

Two were we when we counted thee

Then one and unto naught –

For flaming halos upon us fell

and the hard darkness

Death did raught.

~Sarah

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