Flame tongues whisper in hushed delight,
Dancing in the theatre of shadows and light,
Flickering essence, burning bright,
Unseen in day, yet a beacon in night.
Crystalized breaths of winter's kiss,
Veiling world in a glassy abyss.
Mirror of frost, paradox tryst,
In its stark cold, beauty exists.
On the palette of silence, the wind sketches tales,
Invisible strokes on the cosmic scales.
With songs of the ancient, it narrates and hails,
A poet's quill, unseen, never fails.
Liquid mirror in moon's soft gleam,
Ebbing, flowing in an endless dream.
Crystalline whispers in silver streams,
Telling tales in ripples and seams.
In the land of dreams, where realities blur,
Where starlight breathes and nebulae stir,
Unfettered minds in a cosmic tour,
An invitation, an open door.
Then come the nightmares, cruel and sly,
Stars extinguished in the pitch-dark sky.
Where sweet dreams wither, hope left to die,
A sinister ballet in the mind's eye.
Fire, ice, wind, and water, dance,
In dreams and nightmares, given chance.
A symphony played in life's vast expanse,
Eternally locked in this mystic trance.