Smallest ember remains,
Flickering hope in dark.
Once raged so bright when sane,
Now not more than a spark.

Young dreamers, full of heart,
Did battle the great flames.
Destined to heal with smarts,
But fire won’t stay the same.

The blaze does shift and move,
Anyone near will be burned.
Fear ignites; can’t improve.
Innocence takes a turn.

If phoenix escapes ash,
Maybe fighters will too.
Can they survive this lash?
Wounded, yet they still do.

That ember sputters light,
Reveals the scars they hide.
A wish in smoke-filled night,
It is their only guide.