The burning phosphorus
Meets with the lonely wick.
Another candle lit.
The warmth envelops my body.
Heat diminishes the cold.
I feel the passion.
But…at a cost.
Another monster has arisen
From the cathedral, and has joined the others.
Waiting. Watching. Shadowing us.
They watch the candles ‘til they are puddles.
I must ignite another lone candle.
I must welcome another monster
To the marriage.