Candle Glare

Candle Glare by Jita FM Mid fading candle‑glare of Assembly lights, Amid trophies earned by Caldari fights, Lived Gallente’s scholars, sheltered and mild, Shielded from war’s storms, innocent and wild. Youth bristled from politics and static peace, We sparred in debates until tensions released. Our leaders fixed tokens on time and decree, Yet we read manifestos, yearning to be free. And council whispers clung like sweat to our brow, Sweet words of liberty stirred inside somehow. The scent of rebellion infused every page, From ancient archives, our will to engage. We tried to decipher,…