Mystic Ember

In the quiet dance of shadows,

Where daylight surrenders its hold,

A mystic ember begins to rise,

Igniting the canvas of twilight skies.

Flickering flame of ancient tales,

Whispers secrets the night unveils.

Glowing softly, a celestial guide,

Through realms where dreams and reality collide.

In the ember's dance, a magic spell,

Casting warmth where shadows dwell.

A beacon in the silent expanse,

Painting dreams with a fiery trance.

Oh, mystic ember, burn profound,

In the heart where mysteries are found.

Illuminate the path unknown,

As night claims its quiet throne.

With every flicker, stories unfold,

Of a world in hues of burnished gold.

In the quietude, the ember's glow,

Weaves enchantment, a timeless show.