Shadow and Flame
Burning Bright Through the Darkness
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Shadow and Flame
You are the match struck in my darkest hour,
A blaze that melts the ice of ancient scars.
In your glow, even my shadows dance,
Twisting grief into a fleeting romance.
Burn me to ash, let your embers consume—
From ruin, I’ll rise, kissed by your plume.
For what is love but light born from pain?
A phoenix forged where we dared to remain.
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