This is a beginning attempt at one idea I had. I never actually finished or edited it. My idea was to develop this further or possibly expand it into a theme for a book or short story... Let me know what you think.
I fly- always towards light
Upon reaching it I rejoice
And sing my song to the pale moon
She alone, a pale orb in a darkened sky,
Shares my joy
Yet how often am I deceived
By artificial truth
I long to escape from deceit
I fly frantically against its heated pull
-Darting again and again towards freedom.
The rustle of my wings is futile
As they patter against my crystal prison
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