Come bear a candle in.
My fortress has caught fire.
It burns into the night;
A sacrifice. A pyre
For all the tangled hopes
I left in every room.
Step lightly o'er the threshold
And welcome to its doom.
The fire has a method--
Disintegrated dreams.
Blow out your little candle
And join the castle's screams.
postscript
Day eleven. Gloomy mcgloomypants.