Whispers of the Lantern Keeper

Beneath the moon’s silver, frostbound embrace,

A keeper glides softly through time’s sacred space.

His lantern sways gently, a warm, tender gleam,

A heartbeat of hope in the stillness of dreams.

Through frost-laden villages, draped in soft sighs,

He gathers their whispers, their laughter, goodbyes.

Each ember he nurtures, a delicate seed,

A story, a promise, a light that we need.

Yet fleeting, he knows, are the moments he guards,

Like stars that dissolve in the vastness of shards.

And when storms arise, though his light flickers low,

His courage rekindles a resolute glow.

As dawn unfurls and his vigil draws near,

He bows to the sky in a gesture sincere.

For the light he has kindled, though humble and small,

Now burns bright within us, an eternal call.