Candle Lit Grave

A candle is lit in a small dark cave, Upon these walls shadows in EDM rave, Flickering flame kiss cool, damp ambience, Small Sparks fly up igniting silhouette. Laughter, sinful pleasure in danger grave, Misplaced desires, in handcuffs and enslave, Whispers deafening, instantaneous, Extorted dancers to owe reaper’s grim debt. These foolish shadows thinking they are brave, Little is known in darkness as a slave, Engulfed within candle lit dalliance, Think he could not see, dangerous roulette. Unholy scythe swings, it is time to shave, Candle flame smolders, they all misbehave, Death is the inevitable transience, Caught under their trance unknown t’was a threat.