In the heart of darkness, the fire ignites,
A beacon of warmth in the chilling night.
Its flames, like dancers, leap and twirl,
Painting shadows that twist and swirl.

The fire whispers secrets of old,
Stories of heroes, brave and bold.
Each spark a memory, each ember a tale,
In its glow, legends prevail.

It consumes and transforms with a fervent desire,
A symbol of passion, both gentle and dire.
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
In the fire’s embrace, we place our trust.

As dawn approaches, the flames subside,
Leaving behind a warmth that won’t hide.
In our hearts, the fire’s spirit remains,
Eternal and boundless, free from chains.