If you must be a candle
And if I must light your wick
I will enjoy your flame
I will lose my thought in it
And know only feeling
My heart will beat in tune
With your flame’s dance.

And when you have finished burning
When your wick goes out
I will plead with Draconis to fashion a mold
I will plead with Tiamat for a wick with life
I will take your old wax
I will ask those you know
For pieces of their wax
I will take from myself
As much wax as I can give

And we will melt it all together
We will hang the wick in the mold
We will pour the wax
We will let the new candle cool
And we will light it again.

And we will expect the same of you.