In the heart of darkness, embers ignite,
Dancing shadows weave tales of light.
A crimson glow, fierce and bright,
Guiding the lost through the endless night.
Flames whisper secrets to the moon,
Their stories woven in a fiery tune.
Sparks leap high, in a wild embrace,
Painting the sky with a fleeting trace.
The warmth of fire, a gentle friend,
Promises comfort until the end.
In its glow, dreams are born anew,
A testament to the nightâs soft hue.
As dawn approaches, the fire sighs,
Its spirit fading, yet never dies.
For in every heart, a flame persists,
A whisper of courage that always exists.