The Flame Within the Storm

A storm was born beyond the northern sea,

Wild as a beast that longed to break free.

Thunder awakened the mountains with rage,

Like ancient kings escaping a forgotten cage.

The rain fell heavily upon the earth below,

Turning silent roads into rivers that flow.

Yet deep within the darkness and despair,

A single flame continued burning there.

Many had fallen beneath fear and pain,

Believing hope would never rise again.

But courage lives inside the weakest soul,

A hidden fire no darkness can control.

The winds may scream and the heavens may cry,

Black clouds may swallow the trembling sky.

Still, one brave heart can challenge the night,

Standing unbroken against endless fright.

For storms eventually fade away with time,

Like fading echoes of an ancient rhyme.

And after chaos leaves the wounded land,

New flowers bloom where ashes used to stand.

So guard the fire hidden deep inside,

Do not let fear become your only guide.

Because the strongest stars above are born

From skies once shattered by the fiercest storm.