Moth To A Flame

Like a moth to a flame  
Pulling in by the fire  
Tugging forward  
Overpowered  
by flames of desire  

The flame burns brightly  
The moth circles and chants  
Around and around they go  
Backing off they can’t  

Drawn to the motion  
The shadows and the heat  
The moth dives deeply  
Their ends do they meet  

Wishing not to burn up  
Yet there is no resistance  
No mere human  
can stand in the fire  
And not be consumed  
By this passionate existence

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