The Fire

The fire burns so brightly

Too brightly for me to resist

I'm an ugly moth

Lost in a repetitious era

The light, my destiny

It shines in my eyes

My reason to be

My most valuable prize

I stare in amazement

Every chance I get

Oh, how I would die

If that light were unlit!

And then, I come to see

I've been moving closer all this time

So close, so stuck on this fire

I'm guided there as if attatched to a wire

In the fire's welcoming arms

So warm, so painful

I'm thrown back, scarred and charred

But I can make it

My heart is mutilated

But I shall make it back

Into the warmth

Where I shall burn

And where I shall always love

The fire