A candle.

A candle is small in its stature.

It is a small cylinder of wax.

Sometimes it can be in the shape of a square.

Or perhaps even a triangle.

A candle can be any color.

It can be red.

Blue.

Green.

Or even pink.

Their wicks stand small but mighty

as they hold the power to alight even the largest of flames.

They bend with the pressure of the fire

as death is inevitable

even to wicks.

From the wick burns a fire

with both the power of life and death engulfed in its warm embrace.

It can light up a room.

It can warm a cold family.

It can cook food that would be otherwise inedible.

But it also holds death.

It can burn buildings to the ground

with nothing left but ashes.

It can heat a world so much that they all melt away.

It can char objects to a crisp.

And how shocking it is

that a simple candle

such a small

plain

cylinder

could hold such an ability.

For the fire that burns inside this simple

unassuming candle.

Why that flame

holds the power of destroy the world.

But then again

it’s only a candle.

How much harm could it possibly do?