Nightfire
you fling it open
for the first time
but I’m gone
I have moved on
to be the clarion
for the ages to come
I am become
a nightfire
a whisper of the elders
rising in the night
a hallowed murmur
of enlightenment
a persistent echo
of the knowledge
of the ancestors
a frail flagging flame
of the sacred fire
its embers
now near ashen
but still aglow
in a world out of balance
I will help stir to flame
the smoldering wisdom
from times well past
unto time eternal
I am become
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2021
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