The Fire Beneath the Stones

The walls hum with heavy breath,  

Chains whisper promises of death.  

Each step echoes a rebel's heart,  

Bold flames tearing the dark apart.  

The torchlight quivers in my hand,  

Dreams of freedom in shifting sands.  

Iron doors groan like ancient wills,  

A push, a crack, then all is still.  

The stones remember every fight,  

Every shadow that dared the night.  

But I am more than walls can claim—  

A searing pulse, untamed flame.  

The beast roars loud behind my back;  

Its hunger follows, sharp and black.  

Still, my feet choose the unknown,  

The fire lives beneath the stone.  

Victory tastes of soot and sky,  

No cage can keep a spirit’s cry.  

I leap beyond, unbound, anew—  

The dungeon fades in morning’s hue.