Hymn of the Fading Ember

In the quiet hush of twilight's embrace,
Where shadows linger and dreams efface,
The ember's glow begins to wane,
A solemn hymn in the night's refrain.

Once a fire, bright and bold,
Now a story quietly told,
In every flicker, a memory spun,
Of days beneath the golden sun.

The ashes whisper in the breeze,
Carrying tales across the trees,
Of laughter that once filled the air,
Now silence reigns, a vacant stare.

Yet in the fading light, there lies
A gentle warmth that never dies,
A tender flame that softly sings,
Of love and loss and gentle things.