Ember's Fury

In the depths of darkness, a fiery orb glows, A symbol of passion, a heart that overflows. The hand that holds it, a vessel of might, A channel for the flame that burns so bright. The wooden staff, a sturdy, steadfast guide, Supports the ember, where power resides. The red sphere, a swirling vortex of desire, A focal point for the soul's deepest fire. As the hand grasps tight, the energy unfolds, A story of strength, of will, of hearts made bold. In this still moment, a tale is spun, Of inner flames that burn, and have just begun. To ignite the path, through life's plodding pace, And lead the way, to a brighter, bolder space. The ember's fury, a force both wild and free, A reminder of the power that lies within thee.