Sestina: Attempt #2
I was a heavy burden to carry, on the small wings of the moth.
There were so many shades of brown and orange in those intricate wings.
I could feel the wind, and hear the breathing.
Yellow eyes peered at the evening sky.
The voyage seemed to take years, but it was only hours
As we grew closer and closer, I could feel the cold chill of night.
Rain came and went, stinging my face with the cold of the night.
The moon was still bright, calling to the moth.
I was awake for hours.
My body was so burdensome on the wings.
I found myself staring straight up at the sky.
The air became still, my lungs slowed their breathing.
My body shows no sign of breathing.
Her skin is so pale, eyes so glassed over.
She wears a mask like the eyes of a moths wing, the colors compliment her hair as dark as night.
I am drawn to her like a flame draws the moth.
Her face grows excited as she hears the fluttering of wings.
We finally meet with sunrise coming in mere hours.
She speaks to me of the moth and sunrise coming in hours.
I could barely handle her beauty, her chest barely moved with her breathing.
It seemed as if everything of her was made of crumbling wings
She was the face of death in the night.
The queen, the taker of the simply lost, she was the death moth.
Leading her army, moths bring her the lost in the evening hours.
The longer she spoke the more I could feel the heat rising in the sky.
Had it already been hours?
As I turned away from her to walk to my new home I was transformed into a moth
Where had it gone, the darkness of night?
The flapping of my pale wings mimicked breathing.
Darker than the moon, were the eyes, paler than the moon were my wings.
Suddenly I can hear the sounds of her calling me, the sounds of her beckoning wings.
While she whispers to me softly, I see the sun appearing red in the eastern sky.
The air was warming, no need to work more in this night.
I have been lost for hours.
No more need for heavy breathing.
I have become a member of the queens army of moths
My queen, so jealous of my pale wings.
She asks me to fly towards the sun, til the evening hours.
Gently floating in the morning sky.
Just listen for the sounds wings, in and out, breathing.
The task has been placed upon me, secure the lost at the fall of night.
I am a part of her force, I am a messenger, I am a moth.
(2013)
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