Everything we see is a fight
A battle of wills, every night
The lights flickering with the candles
The darkness swaying in the shadows
Reflections are the refrees in this game
Favouring none and all the same
The streets are lined with luminations
Hiding dreadfully silent Cimmerians
The moon watches in the heavens
As the candle shines and weakens
The shadow swells and swivels
With every breeze that travels
The critters silently turn and vanish
The predators keep hiding, famished
And never does ever the fire
Burn evermore brighter
The wax fails and the cat wails
As the candle's lusture curtails
The shadows creep ever closer
As man hides in his enclosure
When the candle looses its last
The shadows come hurrying fast
And when dismay seems high
Does the sun come lighting the sky
And so ends the game abstract
Of the mouse, and of the cat