On a late chilly night in October
I saw the beams of the moon
A flaming dragonfly slowly flew by me
And landed on a withering pink rose

That rose turned to ash as it waited
Looking at me carefully
Observing my caution with confusion
and took flight rose circling the air

It was so very very blinding, looking like a beautiful star,
Although it was on fire it never noticed
And carried on with its dance so brilliantly

It's burning wings caressed the darkness with passion
Confident and showing no fear
That dragonfly you see is just dying
But it doesn't mind because its happy and free

It dosen't feel any pain or any fire
but the smoke tells it that that its storys different
It tries to rise in the air once again
And you wave it goodbye as it falls

Its life drains out in a hurry, so quickly you barely could see
That this dragonfly, though it was shortlived, had a huge effect on your broken hearts beat