Moth

Eternal slumber sent wonder’s gain

Our highest flower stands engulfed in shade

Imagination’s hour eliminates our chains

Distrust has bloomed and is our Ace of Spades

Restart our pace and make the truth accepted

Illusion breakers is the only path

Destroy their truth and they shall turn excepted

Becoming like us means to not be daft

Away from petals creating mad descent

A step apart from ending the dream’s width

How could anyone withstand a trance so ambient

To rise above the frame requires a shift

Defy our normal motion, freeing petals

Enclosing madness turns our hearts to metal.