Eternal Ember

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.