Keeper of the Flame
A single light, a fragile spark
Guides the lost through endless dark.
The Keeper guards it, steadfast, still
A beacon strong, see.. a force of will.
It cannot falter, cannot fade
Its warmth eternal, softly laid.
The Keeper’s task, to hold it high
Until the stars themselves must die.
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