Rising Ember Poem by Zammy Whiz

I am the rising ember,
the spark that sets the flame,
glutting daylight and darkness,
awaken from adversity in greatness,
with the greatest resoluteness,
to become the highest.
The quest for greatness,
timidity is for jests.

From ashes born,
I rise anew,
sitting in a citadel with crew.
Zealous to virtuous,
as an ornament on my neck.
I ignite transformation,
impact and elevation.
An icon, an outline,
Illuminating sign,
...The quest for the world.