# Zap

Author: Diavora
Tags: Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, weird

Short, silly, weird thing I write-doodled up for lack of anything else.
I really dislike moths in the house. Pity a bug-zapper wouldn't handle the problem.
They keep coming out of the pantry from some kind of moth-dimension.
Not my best, kinda odd, but its a thingie.

The light that brightest burns,  
is always shortest by far.  
And what a furnace burns in yonder star,  
that its light pierces daylight's turns.  
  
And too late I find,  
that my insectile mind,  
  
Has lead me to a clever trap,  
built by unknown hands.  
No matter how hard I flap  
I enter death's bright, hot hands.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/J1O6QX2n