The night my emerald candle went out it left me in the dark.
It's flame had been so beautiful, though the duration rather short.
I felt a knife strike me in a place, a place where I've felt many.
Another for my collection, a collection that has plenty.
The wound will heal and a scar will surely show.
But the pain of such a wound, is one they will not know.
I will carry on polite as always, showing them a smile.
Though the night will seem so very dark, without my emerald candles fire.
