Moth - Dorthia Cottrell

Daughters of nine, wounds of my pride

How the water is tempting

The wreckage of love here is rage

Eye for an eye

How we dance on in waltzes of queens

I believe I have seen where her heart goes to die

Flutters like a moth to the light

Like moths to the light

Down in the waste

Out of touch from the hands of the gods

We are lions awake in the dark

Hungry for life

But the water is clearly all gone

How we huddle and shiver like dogs

Like moths to the light

Out in the fields

Where we bake in the cancerous sun

What a view from the tops of the trees as I watch

The fires burn on

Burn on