In the heart of the night, a fire burns bright,
Casting shadows that flicker and sway,
Whispering secrets in its crackling song,
A beacon that holds the darkness at bay.

The flames leap high, in a wild, fiery dance,
Painting the skies with a golden hue,
Their warmth a gentle embrace, a tender glance,
A reminder of both the old and the new.

Beneath the stars, the embers glow,
Telling tales of ages past,
Of dreams and hopes that ebb and flow,
In moments that are fleeting, yet vast.

As the dawn approaches, the fire dies,
Leaving whispers of smoke in the air,
Yet in the heart, its spirit lies,
A spark that will forever be there.