Eternal Flame
Reflection
In the heart of darkness, a flame ascends,
A beacon of light, a soul's eternal song.
Leaves of gold and silver whisper secrets,
Each petal a story, each stem a journey long.
The pedestal stands firm, a silent witness,
To the dance of light and shadow, a timeless embrace.
The flame, not of fire, but of spirit,
Burns with a passion that defies the race.
It speaks to the wanderer, the seeker of truth,
A talisman of hope in the chaos of life.
Its glow is not just light, but a mirror,
Reflecting the depths of the soul, its strife.
In its embrace, the weary find solace,
The lost, a path; the broken, a mending grace.
For in this eternal flame, we see ourselves,
A reminder that light will always chase the dark's embrace.