Moths to the Flame

The flame burns bright
Moths circle and chant
Around and around they go
Back off they can’t

Drawn to the motion
The shadows and heat
Moths dive deeply
Their ends do they meet

The men dance around her
Moths to the flame
Circling and diving
Screaming her name

The muse knows not
A flaming heart she holds
Hope clutched close
Love opening the folds

She seeks for the one
Dancing around the flame
Courage he has
Regardless of his shame

Moths dance around her
Their wings singed black
Her flame is a song
Sanity they lack

She cries for each one
They know not what they have done
Life snuffed out quickly
Passions flame, ejaculating sun

Tears of a muse
Lost and depressed
Life has no meaning
She prays for a rest

Lust filled rivers
Absmal and fast
Her flame extinguished
She prays for the last

The moth that circled
So far and so slow
Her heart flickers
Trust does he sow

Eternal strength
Her weakness revealed
A muse so human
Her fate once sealed

Forever alone
Past to atone
The muse cries freely
Afraid to believe

Falling to her knees
She begs and she pleads
Patience and kindness
Love to fill her needs

Dancing moth, to and fro
Uncertain of where to go
To her and away
Now he can’t say

Patience and balance
Lessons learned
Infinite life
Flame incessantly burns

Submissive she dreams
Broken and used
Awaiting her moth
Master to the muse