Sparks of a Fire

Fire.
Burning. Bursting through the night,
engulfing all it sees in light.
Flames.
Dancing, twirling round and round,
in a futile attempt to escape becoming one of the drowned.
Embers.
Sputtering amongst the dying light,
their heat cools slowly as they try to continue the fight.
Sparks.
Flickering from where they flew to the outer edge,
from where they smolder comes their pledge.
To the fire and flames and embers they cry.
Their vibrant memory shall never die.
So long as there remains a single spark,
 none shall ever forget their part.