The Ashen Moth

The ashen moth...

She wasn't always empty.

Once upon a time, joy and life

Flowed through her veins

In singing streams.

Tears were rare and anger scarce.

But then she awoke

With her light shining only in memories.

Ashes were ashes.

Dust was dust.

The rose colored lights

Faded into half hearted lies

And false hopes of somehting better.

Not knowing why,

The now ashen moth turned

To dancing with death.

She raced ravens,

Teased tigers,

And flirted with fire.

Maybe she just wanted to feel alive again...

But one day, she disappeared;

The only hints of her existence

In the still ashes of the fading embers

From a lonely fire.