The Fires of The Night

The night air cools, a whisper on the breeze,
As twilight paints the world in fading gold.
A scent of smoke now rustles through the trees,
A story ancient, yet so often told.
The kindling crackles, then a sudden spark,
A hungry flame that reaches for the sky.
It chases back the shadows of the dark,
And casts a warm and captivating eye.
We gather 'round, our faces all aglow,
With stories shared and laughter in the air.
The embers pulse with a mesmerizing show,
Dispelling all our worry and our care.
A fleeting moment, bright against the black,
A memory to which we can go back.

Contemporary, Fierce, Male