Phenomenal Candlestick in a rural Cathedral

I stand on the altar
Being an honest pillar.
Candles burn meekly,
In the horrible night
I am alone like a ghost?
The remaining wax they scrape
Early in the morning
I am waiting, in vain!
And I realized the candles
Which burnt to give light?
Though I hold them
I am only a cat's-paw
And the Ownership
Goes to that superimpose?

To Frank James Ryan Jr. in gratitude!

*We two form a multitude.
-Ovid