Crimson Ember
Reflection
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.