Frosty Facetiae

"you're extremely attractive" a moth said to a flame "and if I fly closer, please tell me your name". but the fire just flickered while the moth's passion grew and blinded by love towards the flame the moth flew till his port wing was smoking, his starboard burned bright his moth body sizzeled and glowed in the night till wingless he fell on the hot wax beneath. love cast it's last shadow on a bug's body wreath. as he flopped midst the ashes of past loves' labors lost his synapses sparkled and a poem by frost came quickly to mind, his last roll with the dice was a prayer, "should I perish, think i'd prefer ice".