Hi. Here's a poem I wrote. Hope you like it!

drudgery

time whizzes past
like a child at play,
oblivious to the
pitfalls of life.
So like love,
the beautiful moth
which hovers
too near the flames.
Erupting in the
passions we feel,
united for an
instant
in blissful burning
and falling in
cold ash to the
hard, hard ground.

Moonglum, Wandering Poet

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 217 AF.