Jack is furious,
He screeches and whines,
His breath;
Shrouded in ice.
But, I see,
Redemption, salvation;
A dream that can be,
‘tis that forever candle.
A beacon of mastery and valour,
For those who seek,
But do not find;
For those who hunger,
And go hungry.
Warm, yet, so, so hot,
Beautiful, but perilous,
She never tires,
Nor does She die,
Jack has met His match,
And failed.
Near the Forever Candle,
Peace is to be found;
And the faithless,
Shall find God . . .