My flame flickering beckoned

Vivid radiant replete

A core of cobalt blue

Intense with simmering heat

Plump moth that you were then

Powdered wings in fragile flight

Engorged with possibility

Attracted to my light

Entranced yet with uncertainty

You glimpsed my molten core

And once encompassed by my heat

you begged and pleaded for more.

But alas it is the way of things

that dark seeks out the bright

and in your haste to engulf me

you managed to dim the light.

It is the nature of coexistence

that light needs dark to thrive

but if either becomes too needy

their love will not survive.