A Moth To A Flame
I wrote this not realizing I needed vocal plus to enter the contest :)
Do you figure a moth feels shame, when it finds itself lost in the dark?
Does it litter its thoughts with blame, till its mind is buried beneath the onslaught?
Or before the rubbish lames its wings, and the weight of the feat rips them apart,
A desperate wish spots a flame, and shadows prey upon the fallen twin spark…
What a foolish way for it to mate, what with the fellow ushering in its demise.
Does it court an end to its date? A Destiney received with red-rimmed eyes,
A ghoulish reflection of fate, where the yellow of day has dimmed to new light.
Quick to abort the winds embrace, it favors a heated perch amidst the skies.
If fire yearns for a life to get lost in, find the moth spurred by the cross night it’s caught in,
In sire straits they burn a love so passionate, it sires a lone lantern to house its ashes in…
By, Raven Nicole
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