Fiery Ember

In the palm of your hand, a flame ignites, A red orb glowing, like a heart's deep light. The wooden handle, a gentle curve, A balance of power, a story to preserve. The hand that holds it, a vessel true, A conduit for the energy that shines through. The darkness around, a canvas deep, A backdrop for the symbol that you keep. The light that dances, a mesmerizing play, A reflection of the soul's own way. In this still moment, a power resides, A connection to the inner, where wisdom abides. The red sphere pulsates, a heartbeat strong, A reminder of the life that flows so long. In the grip of the hand, a sense of control, A balance between the inner and the outer role. The image speaks of balance and might, A harmony that guides through the dark of night.