It begins as something as small as a spark
Gleaming brightly against the dark.
Consuming and expanding the spark will grow
Piercing the dark with a crimson glow
That shines like a single fallen star
Soon there are more
Two grows to a dozen then a score
The midnight gloom is blown into tatters
As beams of light start to gleam, it shatters
The stillness of the night
Now there are too many to count,
The growing waves of light begin to mount
Upon the dark crests of their fuel
Waging a never ending, one sided duel
The dark is no more
The light begins to crackle
Popping, bursting with a loud cackle
As the fuel collapses and the sparks consume
A dreadful dance will the light resume
For the brighter it grows the quicker it will go.
Now the night has returned
There is stillness, as if the light had learned
Reduced to but a pile of glowing red stones
That the less its glow, the more beautiful the tones
Of the sweet music of life that it had come to know.
Now it is over
The light reduced to spots like flowers in clover
And as the final light faded, and the gloom began to grow
a slight breeze arose,
And a single spark began to show.