Our Undying Fire

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the heart of the forest, where the shadows dance, 
We gather 'round the embers, lost in a trance. 
Whispers of ancients echo through the trees, 
Binding our spirits, carried by the breeze. 

Our undying fire, it burns ever bright, 
A beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. 
With every heartbeat, our souls intertwine, 
Together we rise, through the ages we shine. 

The moonlight caresses our faces aglow, 
As we sing to the spirits that guide us below. 
The rhythm of nature, a pulse in our veins, 
In the dance of the flames, we break all our chains. 

Our undying fire, it burns ever bright, 
A beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. 
With every heartbeat, our souls intertwine, 
Together we rise, through the ages we shine. 

Through storms and through shadows, we’ll stand side by side, 
With courage and honor, our hearts open wide. 
The legends of old whisper tales to inspire, 
In unity forged, we’ll feed the great fire. 
 
From mountains to valleys, our voices will soar, 
In harmony woven, forever we’ll roar. 
The ashes of yesterday fuel tomorrow’s flame, 
In this sacred circle, we’ll never be tamed. 

Our undying fire, it burns ever bright, 
A beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. 
With every heartbeat, our souls intertwine, 
Together we rise, through the ages we shine. 

So raise high your chalice, let the spirits awake, 
In the warmth of our gathering, no fear will we take. 
For as long as we gather and sing to the sky, 
Our undying fire will never say die.