We were embers

An ember covered in ash. Way down deep. Growing cold. Waiting.

Someone stops. Remembering the cold. Their kindness, our oxygen.

The spark. The Fire consumes us. But not to destroy. No, to transform. To renew.

We carry the Fire to illuminate the dark places. To drive out the things that live there. Things desiring our destruction. But they cannot have us.

Because the Fire will not yield.