Moth

Fluttering
In the dark
With wings of grey
Gazing at the peerless moon
 .
It sighs a sweet song
That none can here
As it sinks down
In its final days
 .
On a mirrors surface
It sits
Reflecting the past
No longer gazing at the present
Or the future
 .
The moth begins to sink
As its patterns
Fade
Dissolving into the mirror
That reflects the past
 .
Nothing but the moth
Is left now
Fluttering
With white lidless wings
Into the final darkness

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