little moth, you shine so bright

angelic self-directed kite

pity that you did not fight

when we called you from that height

you freely gave to us the right

to take your wings with our delight

perhaps you were just being polite

or maybe thought such things were trite

but now you struggle to take flight

and try and try with all your might

to get yourself far from our sight

you're tainted now, no longer white

upon you we have left our blight

and that vain effort brings such fright

we curse ourselves when comes the night

to punish us with loss of light

why did you smile instead of bite

now with guilt we feel your plight

and for ourselves we feel such spite

for through it all, our hearts were tight

even the sun will mourn tonight

and curse us for our shameful slight