Eternal Ember
Reflection
In the depths of shadow, a figure stands tall,
With cloak of darkness, and a heart that enthralls.
The hood casts a veil, a mystery to unfold,
As glowing embers dance, young and old.
The armor glistens, a testament to might,
Intricate designs, a story to ignite.
The hands, a conduit, for the energy to flow,
As sparks of orange, like fireflies, glow.
In this mystic scene, where darkness reigns,
A beacon of light, a guiding refrain.
The figure stands, a guardian of the night,
With power emanating, a wondrous sight.
The ethereal glow, a symbol of the soul,
A connection to the universe, made whole.
In this moment, the viewer is drawn near,
To the mystique, the magic, and the fear.