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

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