moth

In those first moments

It was gentle, and it was hushed.

Those hands followed

Those eyes

As they caressed a path to the centre of my universe,

Slipped that string through my ribs,

Around my heart and back.

What was I to have done?

I was already caught within the thrall of that ardent gaze, and so

All I could do was draw closer to those flames

Like a moth

I tiptoed across ballroom floors

Whispered my soul in the shadows of

Corridors without questioning this labyrinth through which

I allowed myself to be led.

But

My heart was alight and those dark eyes devoured it.

I was consumed by that sweet scent with

My hands bound in chains of rose and thorn

My ears deaf to the pealing of those eerie bells

And my eyes blinded by the luminescent mask

I had set upon my face in that

Masquerade.