The day fell into cinders

the horizon silent stood 

as she fluttered to my porch

from beyond the misty wood

Her gown was made of fairy-dust

stitched with silver thread

she wore a garland of Verbena

upon her pretty head.

She bore a pair of wings

upon her slender back

and whispered to the flowers

'I'm never coming back.'

Her eyes were dark as embers

resting in an unlit fire

Yet the sway of her body

spoke of deep desire.

The dark of twilight deepened

giving an eerie spark

till I switched on the lamplight

to shoo away the dark.

She chose to brush right past me

ina hurried little daze

a tiny smile forming

on her pretty face.

She danced around the glow

her heart beat with delight

till flames burst from her wings

and stole away the light.

I saw her falling swiftly

till she kissed the ground

a tiny cry escaped her

and then there was no sound.

Her dress had turned to ashes

her eyes were now shut tight

such sacrifice for a love

that destroyed her that night.

The flowers she had wore

no longer adorned her head

her wings had burned

now the little moth lay dead.