A candle for Rán

A candle waits, safely wrapped in paper.

A candle for Rán of the Ocean.

No sweet alluring scent of roses in this one,

no vanilla, honey, or cinnamon.

Only the sharp and distinct smell of tar.

Dark as the depths beneath

that frighten me so.

I wait to light it, still unsure of the time.

So it waits, safely wrapped in paper and

tucked away.

 

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