Moonless the night so deep was the shadow,
The red of bricks had turned sightless masses,
Except one light that shone in a window,
Brightly gleaming to all that slow passes.

Within shadows and the red brick of walls,
There waits burning for the return it calls.

The white candle will stay always shining,
In memory to those of hearts pining.

The wind and rain rose to frantic storming,
Burning candles that was hopeful to sight,
Grasping curtains and in embrace ignite
Then though the house raging fire swarming.

Falling inward smoke has crumpled a home,
And now a cairn rises of brick and stone.