[Fionavar]: 693.Poetry.Untitled

As I walked on the seashore one night and I wondered
Where the souls of all people who passed may have gone
I saw one little candle that burned as I wandered
And it seems that tonight I found out what it was:
All the souls that left for another place
Just return as light crawling off their graves
Is any flame that burned in a wizard' s cell
A person who died for a dream denied?
Only God can tell.
If my soul flies back as a ray of light
I 'd rather become a moon' s ray
With a whisper, a dark spell get out every night
When all magical creatures start to pray.