Soft,
red embers glowing
only
warmth in early dawn.
Flickering
throughout the night
with
the occasional yawn
Not
until the sun creeps
over
the windowsill
through
a gap in the curtains
and
begins the room to fill
with
light and life and daybreak
do
they at last sleep.
Steadfast
guardian of the dark
the
vigil they will keep
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