1A burning ember on the cold dark ground.
How many things I wonder about you?
How long shall you burn, or even if you are hot too the touch.
I wonder about where you came from
And why you are all alone in the dirt,
Lucid and still,
As the wind clears all that bind you.
As I near this you, I am far from disappointed.
Bumps and ridges are scarce as you gleam in perfection!
A beautiful ora is shown around you ember,
As if to draw something, or someone in
How can this be?
Are you not like the rest who are so quickly to fade?
No!
You are brighter than any I've encountered,
Dull and smothered are their light,
As they fade away into the darkness.
How?
Then all alone are you left here in the dirt?
Not to be smothered,
But to stand out amongst the darkness!
In great radiance, and pride,
That you may set fire to all in your path.
And drift over the ashes of all that stand in your way.
May I take you with me little ember?
Warmth, and Company is needed where I am treading.
You are my protection, my ray of hope.
In You I Trust...
In You I Ask For Trust…
My light,
My perfect.. little...ember...