We are two candles
lit and tied
to the same string.
Our flames were so
bright
the darkness
succumbed,
and all was mesmerized.
The flames soon
melted us
and ran its fingers
to the string.
The string that held us
remained strong
despite its half
has turned into ash.
And our wax began
to fail us.
No, I will never yield.
Even if the world is against us,
I will still hold the string.
Until our wax cannot provide
fuel anymore,
and our flames
give their last light.