We are born – a flash of heat, a flicker flame,
A miracle spark, a cry without name.
Faces vanish-love or hate, all the same,
Our flesh ignites in life’s relentless, scorching frame.
Tossed like cold between two mysteries, we sway,
Birth and death, fire and frost, night and day.
A lonely spark so fragile, lost in the void,
Frozen by infinite darkness, unforgiving, devoid.
But together we blaze, a firework in the night,
A child of the Primordial Blast, a fleeting light.
Flaring, flaring, briefly we see,
Then fading, fading, into ice, into eternity.
Children not of the dark, we rise again after the fall,
Sparks return, return, answering the call.
Each flame a whisper, a fleeting dance,
A terrifying, beautiful, elemental trance.
