The scare of the candle flame

Its whispery innocence frightens me
You don’t know how it’s capable of
When it get stirred up by the fuel
Of atrocity and the whispering dome
Of the wave of the candle flame
It’s more than a finger’s inflame

If you take a look at it intimately
There lies unbound, untold serenity
And latent resentment of the army
Who sold their mothers for a bow
Meantime, got to enjoy the warmth
Before the wave of fury enchants it