I came to sit beneath stars lit in the tangled dark
Mesmerised by the will of nature to nourish a growing life
Winged creatures wander into the unknown and dank
The final thread on the spool a lie of luring luminescence
An age-old story of beautiful despair
As the moth who flew into a deceiving moon
Every perfect existence eventually  rots in the soiled earth
Feeding the monster of time and reverberation