Embers of Genesis

In the quiet abyss where night unfolds,

A figure emerges, bold and uncontrolled.

She dances, a silhouette against the void,

A tapestry of flames, intricately deployed.

 

Each movement a whisper, a fiery thread,

Weaving stories of realms, both alive and dead.

Her arms, alight with the sun's last kiss,

Sketch the cosmos with a burning bliss.

 

The sparks ascend, as if to claim,

Their rightful place in the astral frame.

She is the artist, the creator of worlds,

In her wake, a universe unfurls.

 

Her dance is an odyssey, a blazing trace,

A celestial journey through time and space.

With every step, she defies the dark,

An eternal flame, a divine spark.

 

So gaze upon this wondrous sight,

Where shadows bow to her light so bright.

In this moment, let your thoughts be free,

To dance with the embers of genesis, just like she.

Done