Echoes Beyond the Flame

In shadows deep or skies ablaze,

We seek the truth through winding haze.

A spark within, not loud, but clear,

Still guides our steps beyond the fear.

The world once whispered into form,

Before the storm, before the norm.

And though the stars don't speak our name,

We chase their fire all the same.

The bold don’t march to trumpet calls,

But rise again when silence falls.

A wandering soul is not adrift,

But drawn by dreams the wise uplift.

Not force, but will, unlocks the gate,

Not luck, but choice, decides our fate.

The strongest hearts are those that bend,

And still find rhythm in the end.

A thousand voices, one refrain—

That loss and hope are both worth pain.

We write our tale with every breath,

And live beyond the bounds of death.