Firelight, breathless blue, The nighttime hue forlorn As straw candles manifest The darkest of stars Flaming as shadows saunter Below.
A mess of creviced pestilence Parades softly between As Margarethe hangs watching In the air. The luminous sky Her guardian, seeing candles Flicker.
If the delicate straw were to ignite And Vibrant plumes o'ertook the night Would stars fall like angels From Heaven's barred gate? Margarethe sits silent Unflinching.