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…
Quietly beautiful.
Thank you!
Wow – beautiful!
Thank you!