In the heart of the night, where shadows play,
Flames rise high, turning darkness to day.
Their dance is wild, untamed, and free,
A fiery ballet for all to see.
They whisper secrets in a crackling tone,
Stories of old, and worlds unknown.
A flicker of hope, a spark of desire,
In every ember, a burning fire.
The warmth they bring, both fierce and kind,
A paradox of the elemental mind.
Consuming all, yet giving light,
A beacon blazing through the night.
As morning dawns and fires fade,
Their legacy in ash is laid.
Yet in the memory, they remain,
The eternal dance of fire’s flame.