The Meltdown
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It stood on the mantle, Trim and neat
It’s body a slender lilac
With white rose buds at its feet
An essence of violets dipped in dew
Coiled with ribbons in silver and blue
A wick so fragile in pale off-white
A figurine on the left
A medal to the right
Jeweled pride…
Crowned splendor…
Jeweled elegance…
Crowned beauty…
On the strike of a matchstick a spark ignites
Obnoxious fumes stifle the lilac air
The brilliant little flame
Embraces the off-white wick
Too reluctant to glow
At the hands of an ugly stick
With a black bead now ablaze
The fire gradually reaching the tail
Charring and drooping the body frail
Jeweled humility…
Crowned life…
Jeweled duty…
Crowned death…
A burning soul, a scorching life
Slowly melting to meet the dust
The agonies of a conceited queen
Growing from worse to worst
Uneven trickles with ungraceful gait
Smeared the slender sides to settle in blobs
Blistered shapeless remains of a beauty that was
Smoldered pride…
Thawed splendor…
 Smoldered elegance…
Thawed beauty…
The soft radiance of the flickering flame
The ribbons dazzled in the incandescent light
Even as they mourned the flawless beauty’s sad demise
As it continued to radiate the wrath around
Light everywhere but a dark shadow underneath
To which her life’s earnings she had to bequeath
And when the last bit of her went up in a spaghetti smoke
Her last remains were scrapped with the burnt stick that broke
And together they were returned to from where they came
Dust to dust and ashes of the flame
Smoldered pretences…
 Thawed masquerades…
Smoldered veils…
Thawed masks…