There is a smolder
The light beats like a babies heart
Dark soot struggles to hold the feeling within

It smells alive and faintly familiar
The ashes shudder
The heat breathes
It starts again

Tentatively, it prods the ash
Rearing its back, it remembers
pain
betrayal
sacrifice
Approaching cautiously
Trying to bring back the warmth

It flickers with familiarity
A touch of warmth
They bond and flare
Sending sparks into the air

Glimmering, the air rises to the skies
On the ground it shimmers
Scarred by ash, it still shines