The Crackling Ember

It glows.
From the ashes of the crumbles
Of what once my life used to be,
The edifice of perfection
Which is now a rubble of exhaustion –
The blurred fire,
The crackling ember,
The finesse of flare,
Glows and glares!

The unfailing fervor
Blazes in the fading colors
Of the ordinary madness.
The undying zest
Crackles in the demised
Version of myself.
The crackling ember
Beneath the ruins of plunder
Blazes and flares
Even brighter.