world of moths
A world of moths
For worms like me
Whose dust to eat
won‘t settle when
The larks at dawn
Come out to sing
The songs of my demise
A storm hath formed
Across the land
Whose hikes have bourne
No single man
Whose mighty steps
Could bring to life
A work of great despair
at wealth
A novel reader
Unimpressed
Unchallenged yet,
is laid to rest
By sundered trails
Of many rhymes
Whose melody could not be grasped
And in oblivion
None could dance
To tunes that only ancients chant
The fallen angels as of late
Incapable of reaching God