The Wicked Wick

It started as a flicker

A barely visible flame

It kept on growing

Until never the same

A hellfire now burned

Atop the candlestick

Beads of deep crimson

Dripped from the wicked wick

Hotter and hotter

The wicked wick burned

Faster and faster

It twisted and turned

Sinister faces

In its plumes of smoke

With mouths gaping

Coughed and choked

As the wicked wick crackled

The flame thrashed about

The snuffer clamped down

And put the wicked wick out

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