When I struck the match

In your dark room

I hard the raspy scratch.

And I did not move.

Light illumination

As the candle took.

I couldn’t help my curiosity

And needed to take a look.

I know it might be dangerous

These things that I come to see

And yet I need to see these expressions

In order to believe.

But be careful,

I hear a voice in mind

Sometimes what you see

In flickering flame you find

What hides in shifting shadow

Can still tell lies.