Moth in the Darkness

Mareanne Gabrylle V. Saliot 

Down in the darkness, a moth was flying

Brown wings with black spots spread in the cold air

All alone, he saw a magical thing

Giving him a nice and beautiful stare


He then remembered what his mother said

About the mystical thing called the fire

‘Twas shining, glittering and color red

Burning things for as long as it desire


The moth wanted to have a clearer look

Into the eye of the undiscovered

So the moth fly no matter what it took

But fire burned him alive as he hovered


His body and wings turn to black ashes

Then the moth fell, deep down in the darkness


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