A moth flying in black darkness
found a yellow flame flickering
over a red candlestick,
on a brass plate.
Bright in the darkness,
and the moth was pleased,
At the beauty of it
and flew around it admiringly.
and the moth fell in love,
with the flame.

"A moth might love a flame,
but how shall we join our souls, silly moth?"
Asked the flame.
"Very carefully,"
said the moth.
"But it can be done,
if we have love.
The Power of Love.
we will be victorious
over the dark dangers,
as your light illuminates
The Darkness."

"We could never be happy," said the flame,
"For we differ so."
"We will rejoice in our differences," said the moth.
"You will be you and I will be me!
And we will dance,
together and always,
on the wings and flames,
of our love."

"It is my nature to fly," said the moth.
"Up Down Left Right Fore and Aft
Afloat in your light and warmth
Close but not too close
Together but in our own ways
Free."

"I must possess you," said the moth.
"Yes, you may," said the Flame
And so of course they were married.

On their wedding night the moth danced
around the flame.
And the flame flickered magnificently
and they were quite happy together.
through many dark nights,
they danced,
in Happiness.
Supreme.

"I love you," said the moth.
"Come closer," said the flame
"I love you," said the moth, coming closer.
"I only want to help you," said the flame,
glowing warmer, flickering brightly,
eagerly,
as the moth approached.

"I must have you inside me," said the flame,
singing a sweet song,
a siren song
of destruction.
"All of you," sang the flame.
"Consume you!
All of you!
In a yummy moment of glory."

"I am pretty,
you want me,
you love me.
Come to me,
I will be yours.
I will be all that you want,
Touch me!
Feel me!
Come inside me!
Explode all your hot passion,
all of you inside me!
I know you want that.
You know it, too."

"If you really love me, you will do it,"
said the flame, lustfully.

"I have waited long enough," said the flame
"while you dance about me!
Up Down Left Right Fore and Aft,
you have no center,
no wick!
No candlestick!
So you must join me
in mine.
You must!
You must
Do it now!"

"The day of reckoning has come," said the flame.
"Touch me!
Join me!
Enter me!
And you will be filled with joy."

"Too hot!" said the moth,
"I would be consumed!"
"You don't love me," said the flame.
"Go away!"

"Come to me now," said the flame,
"Come and touche me deeply.
It is for your own good.
It is time.
You have flow free long enough.
It is time for you to prove your love,
you oft stated love,
and join with me
in my way.
The True Way.
Now.
Or,
I will burn for you
no more.
Nevermore.
Done."

So the moth flew into the center of the flame
in a glorious moment of love
and became a flame himself,
flaring and bursting and crckling
like a firework rocket,
and burned to a cinder.
Small,
black as coal.

DEAD

"Mmmm... that was good," said the flame,
flickering brightly.

PEACE OUT