They said it wouldn’t work.
They mostly called it gross.
They groaned, “Surely your quirks
Have finally gone berserk!
For years we’ve heard you boast
How you’re finally getting close
To a source of light that acts
To dispel the darkest murk.”
But now I have my candle.
Made from the finest wax
That my burning mind could handle.
I seem to have been half right.
I see no flame but am sure I hear the light.