A Moth to a Flame - 00/12/02

The fire was kindled
For purpose beneign
Its sweet heat and bright light
Benefit enough.

Sufficient to outshine
The looming danger
Drawing ever closer
Destruction waits.

To control such a force
Shearest mockery
No fool would attempt it
For fear of the flames.

Perhaps hope can be found
In hiding away
From the death in the heat
There may be escape.

Its a fine line to walk
Between two extremes
The cold of the night
And the heat of the flames.