In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows stretch and stories unfold,
A slender ember flickers bright,
Its whispers wrapped in secrets untold.

The smoke curls, a phantom’s dance,
Weaving tales of forgotten dreams,
In its embrace, a fleeting trance,
Where reality blurs and time redeems.

Each drag a step on a winding path,
Through haze and mist, the soul explores,
A bittersweet escape from wrath,
Yet chained to longing, forever implores.

As dawn breaks, the ember fades,
Leaving echoes in the morning light,
A silent vow in smoky shades,
To return again with the fall of night.