What misunderstood creatures
With grotesque features
Never regarded highly like the butterfly
Fly into fires shamefully, to perish and die
Oh, children of darkness, attracted to light
It's a part of them they can't fight,
Sleeping in the shadows of day
Like in unburied coffins they lay
They are fluttering outside my window
Struggling against the barrier, low
and high they search for a hole
For it is their sole goal
And when another night comes
An agent of action each becomes
Do they really induce fear?
No, for I shed them a tear.
