Crimson Ember

In the hand that holds the flame, A story of passion, a tale of fame, The crimson sphere, a burning heart, Beats with a rhythm, a work of art. The wooden handle, smooth and worn, A testament to the hands that have borne, The weight of dreams, the fire that burns, A symbol of creativity that yearns. The black background, a canvas dark, A setting that leaves its mark, The red orb, a beacon bright, Guiding through the darkness of night. The hand that grasps, a firm resolve, A determination to create, to evolve, The tool of art, a means to express, A window to the soul, a heartfelt caress.