It is dark right now,
darkness all around
dark is all I know,
dark is all I see,
darkness, I know its colour -black,
pitch dark in my heart and soul,
no shadows to listen to my call,
my cry doesn't echo here,
or perhaps it does but nobody can hear,
the last flame bearer has passed,
away into another world,
to a more giving face perhaps,
the last flicker of that flame,
was the good bye,
what blew it off?
the wind or was that me saying- goodbye?