Shrine of Moths

We are moths to starlit skies
Lit aflame by ancient eyes

Seeing through a billion years
Just to recognize our fears

We succumb to cosmic fate
Angst and all shall abdicate

Hours no longer tick away
Hands of time thus hold no sway

Into ethereal light
Fluttering through destined night

Within passion’s sacred shrine
Our immortal souls will shine

Like two moths laws cannot tame
Drawn into love’s fatal flame

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I wrote this poem in the form of a cywydd deuair hirion in catalectic trochaic meter.