In the stillness of the night, the shadows dance,
A whisper caught in the air, a fleeting chance.
The embers glow, a promise of change,
But every heart in the dark feels the weight of the strange.
Through the silence, there’s a distant call,
An echo of memories, a rise and a fall.
With every heartbeat, the world seems to sigh,
In the canvas of the heavens, the colors collide.
A slow descent, like ashes drifting down,
Where dreams are swallowed, yet we wear our crowns.
Fragments of fire ignite the unseen,
Fueling the cycles in this feverish dream.
And I stand on the edge of what I used to know,
With a flicker of resolve, I’m ready to go.
Through the smoke and the struggle, the pain and the doubt,
I’ll rise like the phoenix, of that there’s no route.
In the face of the night, I can hear the refrain,
The spark of rebirth where the wild things remain.
Let the flames lick my scars, let them burn me anew,
In the heart of the chaos, I find something true.
So here’s to the journey, the roads left to roam,
To the ashes that cradle the seeds of our home.
In each flicker of light, there’s the promise of more,
I’ll rise from the embers, I’ll open the door.
With a heart full of fire and a spirit untamed,
I’ll dance through the darkness, forever unashamed.
For every descent brings a lesson to keep,
In the cycle of life, amidst wakeful sleep.
So let the flicker guide me through the darkest of nights,
With the fire in my chest, I’ll embrace the good fight.
And when the dawn breaks, painting skies in their hue,
I’ll stand unbroken, the ashes renew.
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Flicker, descent, fire, ashes, rebirth