In the stillness of the night
A Tale untold hides.
Lurking around the emptiness,
Tempting for the high light express.
And though the elders had spoken
To quit his insane scheming,
The young moth pursued heading
Towards the bright glowing rays
Of the omnious flame display
All he every dreamt was to be free
With this majestic shinning beauty.
Cause from a far
He instantly fell in love,
With the mystic glittery fire
Enfolding the last hours.
And altas he finally could see
The flashing lights before thee
The aroma of burning
The warmth of becoming-
Someone he never thought
He could ever be,
All so sure and knowingly.
But not all that shines
Could bring thee glory.
As he draw closer
To the radiant flame
It took him forever
To realize
This is his demise.
And in the canopy
Of broken dreams,
Though shiny as it seems,
Everything has an end.
Good night oh poor little moth
Sleep tight in the company of lost youth
Cheers for being courageous
But next time be more cautious.
Not all that shines
Could make you glorious.