Even though she knew what will it turn around,
Where will it end, where will she drown …
Still,
Sings the tiny moth,..Swinging her wings ,
Just to remind ‘fire’ about her nemesis…
wandering around the way of fire,
feeble ‘little moth’ in her vain desire …
though it might turn it into cause less ash ,
or will burn ‘her’ leaving no flesh …
