In the realm where flames danced with glee,
A moth, bestowed with curious sense,
Encountered a beauty so rare,
A beauty that burned, a beauty that glowed,
With ambers bright, the darkness it licked,
Curves of warmth, born of the sun in the night.
As the moth took flight, the flames sang,
Chanting away the shadows that dared draw near,
Into the woods, where kindling logs beckoned,
The flutter of wings a whispered melody.
Longing to rest on the blazing wood,
And bask in the unbridled light,
The moth's heart danced in joyous swirls,
Drawing closer to the flames that whispered promises.
Enraptured by the warmth that kissed its wings,
The moth swayed in a blissful trance,
Praising the fire that grew ever brighter,
Unaware of the wild beauty's deadly embrace.
For the beauty was untamed,
A force not to be held by the meek,
As embers flickered gray and frail,
Claiming those who dared to draw too close.
