In the haze of twilight’s fading light,
The ember glows, a fleeting fight,
Against the darkness, creeping in,
A dance of smoke, with echoes thin.

The whispers of a burning leaf,
A solace found in moments brief,
Yet shadows lengthen, breath grows weak,
The tethered soul, in silence, speaks.

The morning sun, a hopeful glow,
Through smoky veils, it struggles so,
To pierce the gloom, to cleanse the air,
Yet remnants linger, everywhere.

A choice once made, a path to tread,
The smoke entwines, a silent dread,
But hope remains, in every breath,
To break the chains, embrace life’s depth.