La Douleur Exquise

Fire's Nature

I am a moth. For weeks I live as a tiny speck of cell. Enclosed in a shell my bearer weaved. Weeks later, I would hatch. And out will be a newborn moth. A creature of air, dust with big, curious eyes. No sooner have I emerged at day, I would meet my end by dark. For I am a moth. And as much as I hide the fact, a moth is still a moth. And we're attracted to a force far greater and more dangerous than our big, curious eyes can see. I am a creature. A creation of the almighty who will always and forever be inlove to my enemy. 

I am the candle. By day, I am quietly tucked. Hidden beneath layers of clothes in a dusty old oak drawer. But by night, when the starless skies is parching black and the breeze is freezing cold, I will rise  from my slumber and fuse my inner purpose; To provide light, to give a feeble feel of protection, a little warmth. And for the moths, a glitter of leaf amidst a vast plain of nothing.

They'd be drawn, of course. Their seeking stares and exploring minds spot the gleaming brightness of my flames. My power. And bit by bit, it nears her natural enemy. Nearer, she goes. Deeply attracted to the false sense of security I radiate. Blinded by my nature's nature. Ah, I see. A newborn moth. An unfortunate one. It should've stayed with her mother. 

My ruthless flames continue their flickering dance. The moth, an inch from the flames, realized too late. It is now under my range of command. I am now in control. And that it irreversible. 

I am the newborn moth. And I am in an unbearable pain. It is hot. Scorching hot. And it dawned on me a fraction of a second later after it's over. I was on fire. The flames and radiant beauty I have been attracted to and intently studying has mercilessly gulped me down. And down, I went. Burned to crisp and reduced to wisp. Dusted beyond recognition. 

I am now a mere remains. Just a carcass and ash of awhile ago. Now a substance of land destined to be blown away by the cold breeze. Away and away from the flames I admired and still admire. Away from the fire, which in the short span of time, I have already loved. And also the one to reduce me to none. 

I am the candle. And I house a dot of fire. I watch satirely and close as the fool went down.Exactly like the thousands of others before her. The others who is also madly inlove to the enemy. 

I turn away and wait. Wait for another fool to victimize and be eaten by my gleeful and beautiful flames. Because what happened is as simple as this; 

It is a fires' nature to devour. And the moth's to be devoured.