They say that there was once a moth so pale
That her family were scared she was too frail.
Never too far in the darkness or close to the light
Her family huddled around her every night.
And every morning pale moth would cry
That if she ever fulfilled her dream she would die.
To dance and fly in the snow
Would be the greatest way to go.
Fearing this the old ones planned
To give the pale moth something sweet and Grande.
And on that very night pale moth saw a flash and fizzle
A series of flakes began to drizzle.
This snow was not what she had known to expect
But she span and danced without detect
That her family began to disappear
Replaced by snow she had always held dear.
And so pale moth delighted in the snow storm
Never wondered why the flakes were ashen and warm.