by Bruce Goldwell
(c) 2025 Bruce Goldwell
Flames rise high, the night’s ablaze,
Shadows dance in a smoky haze,
Golden eyes through the dark I see,
Whisper soft, “Come follow me.”
Ember’s call, it pulls me near,
Through the fire, through the fear,
Eastward hums a steady glow,
Tune the heart where chaos flows.
Scales that shift in twilight’s gleam,
Dragon’s breath or a waking dream,
Time unwinds, the ages bend,
Hunters chase where songs ascend.
Ember’s call, it pulls me near,
Through the fire, through the fear,
Eastward hums a steady glow,
Tune the heart where chaos flows.
Four-four-zero, the rhythm sings,
Strings of fate on silver wings,
Red world watches, stars align,
Standers rise through ash and time.
Ember’s call, it pulls me near,
Through the fire, through the fear,
Eastward hums a steady glow,
Tune the heart where chaos flows.
Flames fade soft, but still they call,
Through the glow, we’ll never fall.