Of Future Worlds and Harmless Moths

I’d love to write my future down –
a future full of joy;
one free at last from tears and fears;
one moths cannot destroy.

This bloody world will soon explode
and fill deep space with red,
but I will soar towards the void
to where my heart is led.

The night will be a thing that’s past,
I’ll miss the stars for sure;
the prospect tho’ of Light’s embrace
makes up for all things lost.

Oh soar, oh soul, towards the void;
fear not the emptiness!
The tunnel’s end reveals a glimpse
of worlds all new and fresh.

(Photo by Jake weirick on Unsplash)