Take the Candle
Notice as the candle burns - bearing gouts of molten wax, splashing light on open books - things are used and they expire. Light bulbs flicker then go dark every hundred years or so. Death hides in an anteroom, Fear the only clue He's there. Meet me at the field tonight; wait for moonlight, feel your skin loosen and begin to fold. Take the candle. Now you're cold.