In shadows where the wild winds sing,
There lies a spark of reckoning,
A fading glow, a crimson gleam,
Caught between a truth and dream.

Its flicker speaks of tales untold,
Of hearts once fierce, now turning cold,
A dance of ash and silent breath,
A love reborn in tangled death.

Through veils of dusk it softly cries,
As twilight stains the...