David Vincent


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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was inspired by an interesting Dream that David Vincent had one day. The Poem is Dedicated to The Vampiric Angel. a Special thanks to Alessandro Toby Mele for Convincing the Poet to share this poem.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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