A flame in the darkness draws a moth.
Flutters and flies no matter the cost.
The slightest glance leads to strongest desire.
For good or for bad? To light or towards fire?
Incandescence! The glow is intense!
Destroying you without a flicker or thought.
You have flinched, and you have fought.
Deceased became thee, then later forgot.
Candescence! The glow is immense!
Blooming you with a beam or thought
You have flourished, and you have sought.
Surviving to thriving, and soon you aught!
A flame in the darkness draws a moth.
Flutters and flies weighing the cost.
The slightest look leads to strongest desire.
Gives good or brings bad—from light or by fire.
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