Minutes remained before my inevitable death

Minutes remained before my inevitable death was upon me, and I began to reflect. I had accomplished so much during this cycle, yet left so much undone. My greatest achievement was

light at the end of the tunnel called to me. I went to it. I ran to it. I flew to it. I hit it. It was a porch light. A woman inside cried out "Get the shotgun, Moth Man is back!"

The door swung open and a man came out with a shotgun pointed at me. I shook away the daze from staring at the light and lifted my moth wings to fly away.

The shotgun's bullet headed straight for me, but my moth body was so light that it's force blew me out of its way. The man with the shotgun swore as I spun off into the night.

In the moonlight my luminescent wings revealed the call of other places to my moth soul. I heard the distant call of the moon isles. Their legendary soup of life was powerful and I

couldn't help myself, okay? I was a moth, after all. That glowing, pretty thing hovering in the night beckoned and I was powerless to resist its charms. Zap! I suddenly felt

dizzy, and my throat smelled faintly of fire. My legs twitched and twitched until I moved no more. The cruel boy who had placed the lamp cackled at my misfortune

until a little after I crossed over. Poor, cruel boy, I mused as the shadows soothed my pain. I watched over him as he grew and protected him from harm as I crafted my revenge. Au

scpiciously, or so I thought. It was eternity before I realized the truth...and finally glided into the light.