In the quiet hush of the midnight hour,Where shadows stretch with gentle power,The fire dances, a flickering song,A dance of light where dreams belong.Its warmth whispers secrets untold,Stories of courage, daring and bold,Each spark a memory, each ember a dream,In the heart of the night, a radiant beam.The flames leap high, with wild abandon,In a world where reason cannot fathom,They twist and turn, in a passionate plea,A symphony of light, wild and free.And as the night surrenders to dawn,The fire’s glow begins to be drawn,Yet in its ashes, hope remains bright,A promise of warmth in the coming night.