The Fiery Wings Of A Moth Poem by David Vincent

The Fiery Wings of a Moth
By: David Vincent


You might call me a liar,
But I saw a moth with wings of fire,
With each beat of its wings the flames went higher,
Everything touched by its wings of fire were set aflame causing a situation to become dire,
Everyone may think me insane but I saw the moth with wings of fire,
And I did not start the fire,
When you are trapped by fire and the situation is dire,
Remember that I warned you of the moth with wings of fire,
But you called me a liar and sentenced me to death,
Now with my blood upon your hands,
Expect to see the moth with wings of fire.