in the house of fireflies

at the incarnation of two fireflies

lost at the very start

fly as they light the darkness

through a strange, and dark wood

to a labyrinthine of passages deep

twisted illogical corners of love

along winding paths of stone

where shadows fall across it

of a reasonably enchanted place

so in the end they find it

with smells of wet wood and burnt paper

made of clay, and indestructible

but the house of fireflies is always warm

yet filled with dangerous desire

some find an unpleasant experience at best

and some are simply incomprehensible

but desires are perfectly understandable

and offer the two brave fireflies

a rare and beautiful chance of honor