Why is it you seduce me so with your fluttering heart and feverish blush?
said the Moth to the Flame.
You burn so brightly yet can be snuffed out so easily by the mere gasp of an insect's wings. You enrapture me with your rippling body yet singe me with your breath.
the Moth wavered above Him, having nowhere to land and rest upon.
You lock me out yet chain me to flight. Yet why do I relish in this dance so?
the Moth, having burnt as brightly as the Flame, tumbles from the still air and the Flame wavers no more.
