In the heart of flames, shadows dance,

Cleansing whispers, a fiery trance.

Embrace the heat, let it ignite,

As old wounds fade, into the night.

A symphony of crackling cries,

Beneath the moon, the phoenix flies.

From ashes rise, a spirit new,

In the furnace of trials, reborn true.

Scorched memories, seared and charred,

A cleansing by fire, no longer marred.

Through the furnace of pain, we find our light,

In the crucible of trials, we take flight.

So let it burn, let it blaze,

Through the darkest nights, and endless days.

For in the flames, we find our might,

A cleansing by fire, set alight.