In the heart of the night, the fire awakes
With a whispering crackle and fervent blaze
It dances with shadows, a fiery ballet
Casting warmth and light in a mystical daze
The flames leap high, a passionate embrace
Consuming the wood in a ravenous race
Sparks fly like stars in the darkness’ cape
A mesmerizing sight, no escape
In the hearth’s cradle, the fire’s song
Sings of ancient tales, forgotten and long
Each flicker a verse, each ember a note
Weaving stories that time cannot erode
As the night deepens, the fire’s glow
Softens to embers, a gentle show
Yet its spirit lingers, a warming breath
In the quiet night, defying death