There it's lit, to dispell all darkness
The lighted lamp on the altar most high.
It sucks in love, the oil in which it streams
To glow brighter and emit the gleams.
The lighted fire amazed all sights
As it turns out to be the delight of spirits.
Behind the dark scenes stood up in pride
The elderly shivering hands and dull rides.
Thousands of wick they rolled out in tight
To let lantern glow in the pleasant twilight.
A reason that made them the most adorable
For little acts of tenderness rewrote the saga, memorable.