What is it that drives a moth to the flame?
Is it the beauty? Or is it the pain?
Is it seduced by the warm embrace of the fire--
Propelled to touch by some burning desire?
Or does the danger play a part?
Does the bliss of agony entice its heart?
To kiss the fire but escape the flame
and dance with death some other day?
Or is it not the thrill which calls it near?
But rather drawn to light by fear?
Is that the way a moth's heart is--
That it flies to the flame to flee the darkness?