Beneath the moon’s pale, gentle glow,
The fire dances, wild and free.
Its whispers tell of tales untold,
Of dreams that burn in hearts like thee.

In shadows deep, its embers gleam,
A beacon in the night’s embrace.
It speaks in tongues of ancient flame,
Of passion’s fervent, timeless grace.

The fire consumes, yet gives us light,
A paradox in life’s grand scheme.
It warms our souls, dispels the night,
And fuels the heart’s most daring dream.

So let the fire within us blaze,
Unyielding, fierce, and ever bright.
For in its glow, we’ll find our way,
Through darkest night to dawn’s first light.