Everyday, that much closer
the light draws me nearer for
I am her dutiful moth. I stare
through caliescope eyes
into her many shifting patterns of
her wondrous majesty.
My queen, my saviour from
the bitter cold atemosphere
the night casts over these desert
hills and valleys.

I will be your single, doting insect
slaughtering any other winged
visitors who feel they should take
a wee peak.
If anyone, is to burn
at their free will and
your given mercy
I can assure you, my darling
it's going to be me.