A/N: Written in a 20 minute challenge with my dorm brother.

In the closet of ignorance the lawyers fill

Where the meaningless moths of ancient age

Lightly land on faded fabric and cotton hill

And align their wings upon the stage.

A flame of cases comes burning bright

To makes its way among the courts.

Parts of which had blinded sight,

As clearly seen in winged reports.

How could the assembly understand

In closets of dust and creaky eyes

The solecism of the stand,

Be it fiery sage or closet wise?

Of burning breeze and alighted air

Flies the moths of wisdom fair.