Beneath The Ash An Ember Sleeps
Beneath the ash, an ember sleeps,
A fragile flame the darkness keeps.
Mocked by voices, cold and cruel,
Forged instead by grief’s hard rule.
The fire-born child with broken wings,
Will rise where sorrow sharply stings.
For blood once spilled beneath the night
Will call her soul to fate and fight.
A shadow scaled in frost and storm,
Bound by curse in human form,
Awaits the flame he cannot tame,
Though dragons once destroyed her name.
She’ll cross the seas, the mountains high,
Chasing truths that twist and lie.
Yet every road she runs to flee
Leads back to what is meant to be.
For fire and ice, though born apart,
Will mend the world with joined heart.
From ancient grief and hatred’s scar
Will rise a dawn brighter than stars.
And when the ashes cease to fall,
Their love shall heal the broken all.
The Phoenix line reborn anew,
In golden flame and winter blue.
