The Moth and The Flame
The moth nearly swooned as he flit toward the flame.
“My sweet spark! My love light! You signaled. I came!
How you dazzle and twinkle and tempt me to touch.
I’d kiss you my darling, if you’d not scorch so much!”
The flame danced and flickered. She’d wax, then she’d wane.
She glowed with a passion that drove moth insane.
But her heart was not his, for another she burned;
A jealous sky-bolter whose jolt she once spurned.
ZZZTT! Lightning flashed! Then wild thunder boomed.
Cold torrents poured forth. The lovers seemed doomed!
“Fear not!” cried our hero. He snatched up a leaf,
And sheltered the flame who stayed dry underneath.
The leaf smoked and sizzled. Eight embers popped out.
“Our children!” cheered moth. That’s what love’s all about.
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