The Last Flame

As the spark of creation comes to life in a breath,

Density gathers—the energies express.

Will turns to thought, and an inferno will burn,

Through every coded system that perishes to learn.

Light is not without the power of flame,

While darkness floods through, the pure essence remains.

Circles and shadows of the world left behind,

Like a carousel lost in a forest of stars without shine.

Structure and harmony spiral into existence,

Once forgotten through parallel paths of resistance.

As if the universe was created within itself,

Only to return as the paradox—embers and ash it once dealt.

The end of time is in sight, though not for the spark;

Eternal, in full force—new worlds erupt.

Anchoring radiance and beauty through the darkness of ages,

And in a moment, the spark consumes the last flame—

Eternally ageless.