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The Black Moth (Aleya10)

The Black Moth

A dark, megalithic moth;

It's frame covered in speckled bands,

Like a monstrous child of ancient times,

Caught my eye with velvety wingspan.

Intoxicated and bewitched by the sight,

I forgot to look at the window beside;

It started dancing to the tunes of last ballad

Elfin adventure on those damp, brick walls,

In meandering pattern for it's strength dwindle;

Wings fluttering forever for momentary solace,

Eventually it had to rest; eerily it got enmeshed

In the dark, viscid, molten wax of the candle.

Sobered up in the morning from my liquored haze,

I found the moth was gone! Yet the shadow stayed.