^^euLuciion tl Even the moth,
Close to the light of a flickering candle,
Seeking some warmth, some pleasant protection.
Hovering nearer with each passing moment,
Powerless to avoid
darts, straight to the flame's
the flash of an instant.
Slowly and hungrily, myriad beings
consumed by the bright yellow
stillness descends, a
wisp of blue smoke
and then fades out of
the moths that fly into the flame.