Someday when my days are done, And all the threads are burnt, Remember me for the light I gave you, And the masquerade of warmth.

When I blinked my first light, Never did I think I will make your life bright, For my radiance was too fickle And I lacked the common lustre and pride.

Yet I knew, I would not disappoint you; For I was long and sturdy, Enough to brave the annoying gale - That tried its best to make my flash flicker and fail!

I wept as the fire consumed me, Drip by drip I shed myself; my breath grew heavy - I held on, nonetheless, looking at your bright face, That ignited my passion and made me crazy.

Someday when my days are done, And all the threads are burnt, Remember me for the light I gave you, And the masquerade of warmth.

Remember the kiss of my sanguine flame, That made your rosy cheeks blush and hide Behind those little hands of yours -That were softer than Aphrodite's bosom.

And the rays of hope, that filled your little heart, Kept you from being afraid of the hideous demons, That lurked in the dark, mastering their vicious arts While crickets cried and jackals moaned.

Don't cry over the darkness that is left behind, Open your eyes, look around - You will see the glow that was once Brighter than the gloom you too loathe to let go!

Now that my days are done, And all the threads are burnt, Remove the ashes and rekindle the flame Let there be Light - for it was never gone. Remember me for the light I will give you, And for the masquerade of warmth.