I perceived a faint light that other could not see
Eventually I realized that it radiated from human beings
All human beings emit beautiful fireworks like giant sparklers, just before they die
But a few individuals give off this light while they are alive
These lights are unstable and tinged with sad colors
Other people are unconsciously drawn to their radiance, like moths to a flame
And once I saw that light I could never in darkness again
I too am a moth
I live in fear of losing sight of that fiery beacon
Some moths struggle against the bonfire’s fury
Others flit about and are guided by it. Always there are moths
But there is a stranger along the flying masses
He is not a moth
His light is very faint, almost invisible
But I can see it
He glea***ike a sword
A cold steel blade drawn from its scabbard
Its glint is sharp
Silver
But
There’s something strange about it
For some reason
I don’t like its color!!
