A candle to my company,
The night for the quests,
Leaning back, I sigh…
The rocking armchair squeaks…
Dwelling in the neon glow,
A sea of chaos flows.
Rocking on the squeaking chair,
A ray of hope evokes.
A candle to my company,
Melts every night,
Drop by drop in the dark,
ignites might…
Student, writer and Admin- Silver Swans