A fire's burning somewhere in the darkness. I once sat in its light, but was drawn away as swiftly as a shadow flees the sun. I remember the flames dancing, burning, turning dead wood into gold before my eyes, the sparks jumping and zigzagging into the sky like so many souls ascending to heaven, wishing, for once, to be the stars they once gazed upon, and wondering if maybe, just maybe, they could be remembered. If they could shine upon the earth forever, living as reflections in the eyes of those soon to join them. Crackling into the night, holding the darkness at bay just a little while longer, shielding the hearts around it from their own shadows. I don't know if it's still burning, or if it has already submitted to the darkness, as all fires do eventually. But I will remember them, those flames, burning as a last defiance to the darkness. And to those souls in waiting, I hope for you safe travel.