[Canvases] - Candle

One of Five

Look now, this one’s name is Candle
And she falls like the ground is heaven

She grips a spear that she’s named Sulfur
Named after blue fire and a dead brother
Look, she hurtles, bright and feathered
Bidding Them a last demoniac farewell
And there are burnished chains of iron trailing
Fetters freshly severed from their cell

Like a dying star she burns into herself
A roiling white dwarf holding its breath
She knows all she’s got left is her fire
And the shredding wind’s last caress

Her father said to always love the Kingdom
That floats above man's hallowed halls
And to save it, should the time come
From those who’d rather see it fall
But he never said she couldn’t tear it
Brick from fucking brick from every wall

Oh her wings, they’ve been pinioned
And oh the cuts were left to bleed
With Their pliers, They ripped her tongue out
Just as the Watchman King decreed
And all she’s got left is her fire
But that’s the only thing she needs