In the heart of night, a fire awakens,
Whispering secrets to the silent air.
It dances with shadows, untamed and free,
Painting warmth in the coldness it dares.

Each flicker tells tales of forgotten times,
Of ancient worlds and embers that burned.
The crackling voice sings songs of old,
In its glow, lost dreams are returned.

The flames reach high, a passionate embrace,
Consuming darkness with radiant light.
In every spark, a new hope ignites,
Turning the night into a canvas bright.

As dawn approaches, the fire slowly wanes,
Leaving ashes, but its spirit remains.
A memory of warmth that once held sway,
A gentle reminder of night’s fiery play.