The moon’s glow providing all the light a moth will ever need Is not enough for her Convinced that of snappy sun make her beautiful As colored as butterflies bold daytime counterpart looks any resemblance this yellow shine Desperately in night A flutters through moon light And finally lands on “the” blaze transform Into false reality beauty. She only cares yellow contradiction white Soft gleam Any night light. Finding it porches human creatures creatures known their artificialness is attracted to just fake those who discovered it. tries shower herself it heat and burn decides side effect Not until heart stops fragile body drops Does occur “That discontent dangerous.”