Dry and crackling fire within
Ready to start a blaze
Hungry to devour the world
To cause a smoking haze

A plume of black on the horizon
As the sun does set
The fire all-the-more visible
When with darkness it is met

Darkness rests not further
The fire indeed grows brighter
Yet also pale moonlight grows paler
Both strong yet not enough to conquer

In blackness dark still remains
Amidst the flames and moonlight, it retains
The sun might shine to bid away the darkness' feigns
Twilight may be gone but the emptiness remains