Your head a flame as the waxed body melts with its coming. You are afraid of what is to come, melting drip by drip till puddled and ready for warmth and a new mold.
Jack, he looks at you with some wierd thought contorting his young face.
He places you on the floor as then dancing around you as if one maybe a camp fire. Then a leap right over your flame adorned head. Then another leap as he enjoys the danger of your eternal flame.
Inside you have a wish to revenge on him for becoming a candle. You can not breathe anymore but what was within the mind lives on and wishing, schemeing, all are at your ready.
As Jack jumps once more the thinking and wishing increases the size of your flame. Its as if by thinking now your thoughts to up in flames and are burned away. This offers you a way to get even with Jack and all who made you a candle.
A surge of thought and wonderous memories from your past self well up a flare. Jack jumps as before but is greeted by your massive of thoughts and a higher flame than he could clear.
Then a fated rhyme comes to thought. "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, he just got third degree burns from you a candle stick!"
Suddenly with Jack's screams of pain a hand reaches down grabbing you from the candle holder. Your mental essence hears a voice say, "No,no, this won't do you must be something different!"