What are you, oh magical light?
On a table, one candle bright!
Are you a wandering fairy in the night?
Or an ancient, strong and brave knight?
A fairy who dances in a waxy plain,
Who sways and flutters all in vain.
Why won't you fly all the way to Spain,
To ease our world of all its pain?
A knight who stands mighty and true,
A steady stride, yet a face so blue.
Stand in guard with a sword in hand,
You watch the night on melted sand.
But candlelight on a table top,
You draw the curious moth to shop,
Into your beacon full of lies,
Calls the innocent creature to its early demise.