Moth was asked <br />by a smiling flame, <br />“You” ready to play <br />the alluring game. <br />A game of death, <br />cessation of breath. <br />, <br />Moth replied fearlessly: <br />Oh! Dame, <br />that's the purpose <br />we are born for, <br />To die through you, <br />and reach heavenly shore. <br />That’s why we grow, <br />oh! my flickering flame, <br />That’s why we thrive <br />oh! my dancing dame, <br />To die like a gladiator, <br />in your glorious game. <br />, <br />Receive posthumous heavenly acclaims. <br />We are, <br />born with THANATOS –A death wish, <br />To burn in your blazing bosom –A sea of bliss, <br />To revel in a fiery grotto <br />of our enticing miss <br />To hanker, <br />for your dangerous serpent hiss, <br />To leap daringly, <br />in your dark but alluring abyss, <br />And receive, <br />your deadly lethal parting kiss. <br /> <br />We come in masses; <br />To turned in to ashes <br />But will rise again like a phoenix <br />To chase one more flame or deadly minx. <br /> <br />ANJALI SINHA <br /> <br />26-11-2008, <br /> <br />(As there are a lot of poems here with this theme of moth and the flame <br />here's my version. Hope you all will like it.)<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanatos-a-death-wish/
