I've been thinking a lot this last year. About life and death in a deeper way. I wrote a poem a few months ago inspired by Aurora's love for moths. (Aurora is an amazing singer! Listen to her song "Awakening" if you want) Moth Lifespan so short. Wings so big, so beautiful... Why do you fly? Hey moth, why do you keep rushing to the light? Why don't you just, rest for tonight? Next day I found you still; frozen. I wonder did you die in the dark..? Or did you fall asleep in the light..?
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The elusive master was leering down, on their high platform of elevation. We wondered if, the Muk was oblivious of their, very high presence; but I guess in the end, it didn’t matter. Whatever the next move was.
The abet, was taken by the adversary, the bait was shaken. In haste and just as quickly as, we shouted to the thing.. one of the most incredible aspect of. Page-two.
Muk! Use your flamethrower! Now, the exposure would be out. In whimsical, with a fire-blast..
Go ahead, bring out the Machamp.
Page-three. To be continued.
The wooden-stadium burnt all the way down, to ashes. The entity, swiftly. The status, astonished.
I’m sorry but I can’t understand what you are trying to say >.<
…die in the dark…fall asleep in the light? A lot to think about in those words. Why, indeed, why?
I’m glad it made you think more than “oh it’s nice.” I really would like you to say what you understood from the poem, if you want 🙂