Originally Posted by Sultana

My heart was once a Great Hall
Lit by your thousand blazing candles...
But now I creep, clutching my guttering light
through a dim, grey suggestion of what once was...
And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures
igniting what I have the heart to burn...

But I fear my heart will never again blaze,
and all I have to remember you by
are ashes.