The Peppered Moth

Arising from our ashen pit of toil, As forge and mill did shape this unkempt land; The blackness of the trees from coal and oil, Contrasted with the skin nature had planned. A single, fragile pearl encased in jet, Your pallor marked you out for all to see; In contrast …

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Do Not Go into Artificial Light

Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night.   Your passion like a candle burns too bright, And danger lurks in shadows like a knife; Do not go into artificial light.   We harvest you from …

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