The flame or the Moth

Blazing orange and flickering it stands

Rubbing together its cunning little hands

Inviting those who dare go near the flames

Loving the sly little games

Warm it may seem to those outside

Hopeful for a place to hide

Fluttering with wings broken by the world

An insecure moth wanders from the cold

To the unfamiliar light

Hopeless against the world it will fight

For no more can a moth so alone

Find his way back home

Bright and promising this light glows

Closer and closer the moth goes

Until it is too late

The flames laugh with so much hate

Feeling proud of the moth’s fate

For another victim it will now wait…