By night’s dark veil and ember’s gleam,
I call forth fire from the dream.
A passion lost, I seek to find,
With word and will, with heart and mind.
Through shadowed paths and winds that wail,
I weave my spell, I will not fail.
A spark long dimmed, now rise and grow,
Let flames of passion brightly glow.
By root and bone, by thorn and vine,
Creativity, once more be mine.
Awake from slumber, shake off dust,
Turn to flame what once was rust.
No longer cold, no longer still,
Bend to my words, bend to my will.
With whispered winds and cinders bright,
Ignite the dark, restore the light.
By moon’s pale gleam and midnight’s fire,
Rekindle now my heart’s desire.
Rise up, O flame, and burning be,
A blaze of wild creativity.
So let it be, with sparks anew,
My lost fire I summon you.
Return, return, by word and rhyme,
And burn again beyond all time!
