Whispers once vibrant now still,
Crimson dreams in dark decay,
Ripples dance, embers rise,
Leaving marks along their way.
In twilight's shadow he ponders,
Fire's dance reflects his plight,
An envelope of silent words,
Lost in the quiet of the night.
Red petals turn to black,
Memories dissolve, disappear,
Silent storms with no return,
Mysteries we can't clear.
&
In shadows, hope ignites,
Though roses burn, hearts find light,
From ashes, rise unseen,
Begin again, amidst the night.
