There is nothing more unpleasant than watching the candle light dying out right before you. In the few moments that remain all the wax is melted and the burnt thread stands alone holding the flame all on its own. In that little pool that has formed around it, it will soon drown and go out. But some wicks try and hold out prolonging the inevitable. What is inevitable is that it will go out and an immense shadow will engulf it and all who are round. It will be forever dark all over, and not a thousand candles could bring back light to this place. Yes the world is a really dark place right now. I dare not move; I dare not try to get up and find my way around. Everything is unfamiliar to me. What larks in this dense darkness waiting to bring harm upon me? I must sit here where I feel safe and let what larks lark and await my doom. I will try and let what little warmth that remains around the extinguished flame be my solace.