Nightfire

 
Nightfire

~

the iron door
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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