as the moth doth flit on fearless wing,
towards the flick’ring, fierce, alluring flame,
I too, bewitch’d, hence toward you I cling,
an ardent love that I could never tame.
and as the moth doth warm her wav’ring wings,
she bathes in heat em’nating from the blaze,
so too do I, the warmth inside you brings
me so much comfort, I shan’t cease to praise.
yet as the moth has firm though fragile wing,
she flutters forth, is hypnotised and blind,
drawn towards that fierce, deceptive thing
for all mankind, the moth should e’er remind.
like I, this fragile moth succumbs it’s wound,
endures the fear of death and is consumed.