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I, the Moth.
You are garbed in temptation, and perfumed in desire.
I, the moth, and you, the fire.
Maybe you're the end of this cycle I'm in,
But lord knows I'm only attracted to sin.
An endemic of flashes are all that I see,
Scarred hazel, a medal, for false bravery.
Bronze knights, in old armor, only shine by the moon.
No dragons to slay, but a princess to woo.
The strings of your heart, I'll soon learn the scale.
But a pyre, a ship turns, when sparks hit the sail.
An expert I'll be, in this fool's old game.
I, the moth, and you, the flame.
