Said a flame once who would dare dance to the flame?
A Moth did hear of the macabre game
Moth: I’ll take the chance
Hold my hand dear let us dance
Flame: My heat will singe your wings
Songs of death is all this love sings
Moth: I’m fragile I do not deny
But die today, die tomorrow, someday I’ll die
Flame: You’ll cry, you’ll want to die, there’ll be regret
You have fallen for something you can never get
Moth: I care not, I fear not; Embrace me
Attracted, distracted you’re all I see
Flame: Away you fly before I consume you whole
Your skin, your bones and your beautiful soul
Moth: what’s this life if lived in fear?
Deny the beauty of love my dear?
Flame: Do you see not? Can you feel not?
I burn unbearably hot
Moth: Your flare-true-could burn me
Perhaps of this misery your love could set me free?
Flame: What love, if it destroys?
What beauty lies in those hideous ploys?
Upon hearing this the Moth kisses the Flame to ashes
Flame flares in agony as down once again her entire world crashes….!!!!!