Through the Night

It danced around our sorrow

Consumed by the flame.

Pleasant as it seemed

We burned to our bones.

Each moment was fleeting.

Every memory like a word written in the sand.

Still, an unrecognized voice is heard.

No face can be matched to it.

An entity without mortal constraints.

Time, gravity, light, and dark

Hold no meaning to this being.

It simply is.

Fueled by whispers of creation's dreams

And ignited by the touch of eternity’s demons.