You flicking glimmer!
Casting witchcraft, devilry atop atmospheric gloom
Flanked by shimmers, your fiery tongue
Nests a craggy charred fang of wick within.
Harsh silent chatter and primal dance
Curse the room to occult transformation.

You jerking blaze!
Out from conjured illumined shards
Spring puppets flailing, haphazard, untamed.
The sinister progeny of your feverish gaze
Merge and divide into shocking shapes anew.
They creep and retreat from a darkened haze.

You shifty, winking shine!
A mere tenacious spark outgrown its proper lifespan,
You wane as you wax, snacking air
And licking away a sapped white trunk.
A toast! To a war so blindly toiled ‘gainst gust and gush:
Elements more prudent, less flashy than you.

And yet, crazed combatant, marauder that you are,
Your war is commendable – waged at pure glare
And the sage need for pragmatism.
No constant bulb nor deluded diode
Deserves the awed hate you provoke
So light your flaws in the face of the new.

Fume off!

-krring