Ruby Ember

In the palm of fate, a tool is held, A wooden wand, with a story to be told. The red sphere glows, like a burning coal, A symbol of power, in a gentle soul. The hand that grasps, is strong and sure, A guardian of dreams, and a heart that's pure. The darkness around, a canvas so black, Highlights the beauty, of this sacred track. The light dances, on the wooden grain, A mesmerizing pattern, like a winding stream. The red and black swirls, a mysterious hue, A blend of passion, and a heart that's true. In this still moment, a story unfolds, Of a journey within, where courage is told. The ruby ember, a symbol of might, Guiding the way, through the dark of night.