Drawn to the Flame
Summer moths
out of our cocoon.
Circling
the enticing
Deadly flame.
Dancing seductively
Beckoning us,
Perhaps singeing
Perhaps immolating,
Yet we are drawn closer.
Instincts forgotten
The lure too great.
Pulling us in,
Perhaps crippling
Perhaps to our destruction.
Yet the flame
Also illuminates
the crushing darkness
In our souls.
Are we wise enough to see ?
Summer moths
out of our cocoon.
Circling
the enticing
Deadly flame.
Dancing seductively
Beckoning us,
Perhaps singeing
Perhaps immolating,
Yet we are drawn closer.
Instincts forgotten
The lure too great.
Pulling us in,
Perhaps crippling
Perhaps to our destruction.
Yet the flame
Also illuminates
the crushing darkness
In our souls.
Are we wise enough to see ?
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