I now know why the moth seeks the flame.
For I found my flame.
And she found her moth.
I knew it the day we met.
A countenance so luminous
Words so warm.
She became my destination.
The fire that would fully consume and destroy me.
I now know the moth lover.
The moth lover is he who loves his beloved knowing full well she intends to annihilate him.
The moth lover is he who is willing to find love at the expense of his own life.
The moth lover is he who will surrender himself fully to the woman that seeks to consume him.
The moth lover is he who takes this path knowing full well how it ends.
The moth lover is he who longs for death at the hands of his beloved.
And the flame is she who consumes moths like me for sport.
But I am a stubborn moth. For I wish the flame could love me back.
What heat could a flame ever want?
What light could ever illuminate a light?
Let go of your delusions, oh moth!
The flame has only one need
And one need alone.
Your body for her to burn a little longer.
Your flesh for her to burn a little hotter.
Your soul for her to burn a little brighter.
Then if I could be granted one wish it would be this:
That the flame know I am not fooled.
That she know, I head toward her knowing full well what is to come of me.
That I love her enough to die in her grasp.
If it makes her happy, then I am happy also.
And will die in bliss knowing it is so.