The shine of the moon
is in my faceted eyes.
They call me ugly,
but I know I am
more beautiful than any butterfly.
After all, butterflies
don't flight at night
and it is the moon's light
that gives me my luminescent beauty.
I near my target now,
I keep it on my left.
I will circle it
so I know where I am
on the earth.
This moon beckons me.
My wings are the tide
of the water,
my flight ebbs and flows.
I am nearing my
beloved moon!
I circle closer.
Curse you humans
and your small fires!
Your candle burns me.