Дрова

There may be forces unbeknownst to you,

But feel you them, you feel them through.

They know of every move you make,

You shan't hide nor place the stake,

For that would be a grave mistake.

They come for you, they come again.

They never stop until the end.

Begone, abandon, do not mend.

This is the end, this is the end.

We should know better, we are your friend.

They spit, they tarnish, and they fume,

All under guise of finest loom.

Without a speck of ray to shine your step,

All that there is, bodes endless darkness.

And in this land of the unknown,

Where only eyes can see

A strobe of hope lingers on.

A light that lives beyond the mere,

A memory of those who revel in the fear.

Clutch the embers of the past,

Your window closes soon and fast.

Grasp now, it will not last.

For it is only in the spark you find,

The inkling of a fire waiting inside the mind.

Within that spark, a wildfire sleeps,

In mind's dry tinder, power seeps

Burn bright, burn bright.

Burn a whole forest, if you like.

Ignite the forest floor,

Let your inferno touch the shore.

Your window clears.

Here come again the fears, the enemy, the shadow and the tears.

They know no fear, they take that which is dear,

They take the ship and then they steer.

Hurry now!

Snatch the fading light,

Before it vanishes from sight.

Wait, be still.

A lone ember glows on your left palm,

Its warmth, your future's guiding psalm.

Clutch it close, this precious spark,

You'll need its light when times grow dark.

Tend to the spark, bit by bit.

Make steady fire, don't get lit.

Enough to give your vision more,

A little more than was before.

When darkness creeps and night descends,

Your little-friend its warmth extends.

In dead of night,

With fear of flight,

Above the skies awaits your hidden light,

Fight the dark with fierce resolve,

Let your inner fire evolve.

Fires flicker, dance, and sway,

But your inner light?

That must stay.