The embers glisten even in the face of the rain
Smoke conceals what needs to be seen
The gatherer finds what he needs for a flame
The embers glisten even in the face of the rain
The embers spark even on the coldest of days
Empty can only be filled across borders anew
The gatherer has too many embers in his hand
The embers spark even on the coldest of days
The ember has ceased its glow as if to spite the ash
Terrible calm is the reality of dreaming
The gatherers hands are burnt so from touching
The ember has ceased it's glow as if to spite the ash
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