the moth

Today, when I opened my eyes
I saw a moth.
It sat on the windowpane
Silent as could be.
Cold, alone, its eyes so blank
Seemed like death.
That stare just pierced secrets
Like what I held inside.
Never moving, never ending
The moth sits silently.

If you listen close you'll hear it's song
A lullaby for demons.
The haunting voice echoes, so alive.
Much like my memory, my guilt.
The red returned again when it stopped
The color of its tune.
So, young moth, have you come to torment me?
It nods yes, a blank stare.
One swift bang, it was all over.
I go back to sleep again.

Dear Love, buried under the oak.
So swift the passing, so great the grief.
One last glance before goodbye, terrified, I stop.
Atop your tomb, there sits the moth