Stone arcs gleam in a fading dusk
Air smells warm with a gentle musk
Walls rise high through the muted glow
Courage hums where the soft winds blow
Footsteps slow in the fortress keep
Old fears curl into quiet sleep
Embers shine through the tempered night
Peace grows strong in the inner light
Iron doors guard a steady grace
Calm breath lives in the sheltered space
Shadows drift through the tranquil zone
Strength arises though I stand alone
Flame holds warm in the hidden core
Love expands through the open door
Heart becomes what it sought before
I rest
In the fortress of the quiet flame