Far and wide have I flown,
But ne’er a light as bright and pure
has shone,
Said she as she flew closer,
Only for the flame her wings to smolder.
“Ouch!” she cried in pain as she flew
away, wings smoldering,
Yet the flame’s hold on her was overpowering.
She stayed close, her natural needs
and instincts a thing of the past,
While the flame burned on, undiminished and content,
his net cast.
"I'll ne'er be free," she realized, aghast.
