~ Emberfall ~

“Even in the dying light, beauty dares to burn.”

 

Beneath the mountain’s molten crown,

the forest breathes in hues of flame.

Each branch, a torch in autumn’s gown,

each sigh, a song without a name.

Through mist and gold the day retreats,

while shadows dance in soft decline—

a fleeting warmth the cold defeats,

yet beauty burns in every line.

 

Now twilight weaves her crimson veil,

and whispers fold into the air.

The earth remembers every tale,

each leaf a prayer, a brief affair.

For even as the frost will claim

the tender glow that cannot stay,

the heart still stirs within the flame—

where dreams of summer fade away.

 

 

~ Vixenn

 

(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)

 

© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow

 

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