Moths Poem by Petra Novakova

After the Last Moth King burns in the light
Quiet sobs cut through the dead of the night
And her tears fall oh so softly to the ground
Mourning the loss

After the body of her royal mate turns to dust
Heavy silence fills the air as it forms a thin crust
Upon the graves of those hidden underground
Mourning the loss

The realm awaits
With baited breath
Their new protector

When the Last Moth Queen is crowned in the dark
Loud and clear carries her voice throughout the park
The legacy of the past paving way for the future
Celebrating life

When the throne turns to black and white she knows
This kingdom of gold is hers to protect that she wows
Clad in green she proudly looks towards the future
Celebrating life