He learned that the moonlight flower he had been adoring was actually a carnivorous plant, but that only increased her allure; the pathetic little insect could not help but love her, even unto his death. Fortunately for him, he was unworthy of being eaten by her. 


So I went once more, tonight,
There, to see my moonlight flower,
But my flower didn't come;
Yes, I should have watched the hour.

Oh, I fear it may be over, yes,
Between me and my flower;
But I see you did not know
Even that I had a lover.

Well, in fact, I did not have her,
And it would be fair to say
That she had me — or “had me”, rather.
Let me start from the beginning.

When I first saw her, I thought
“She's the most beautiful flower *sigh*
“That ever I have seen”,
And decided I must meet her.

So I asked her what her name be
And she said that she was A_ —
Just a girl and not a flower,
Nothing less and nothing more.

In a fit of courage I…
I took a chance and dared to love.
And she said that, if I loved her, 
I would keep our love a secret.

This I did: she gave good reasons
And I took her at her word.
I felt no need to “interpret” —
She meant everything to me.

And when she said she had loved
But that that love had been lost,
I said “here — you can take mine
“For what it's worth.  See?  Now it's found.”

I had hoped that we would reach
That state of Being where words are banal,
And, tonight, “we” disappeared —
Though not quite as I had hoped.

I am left for dead, abandoned
Like that skeletal umbrella,
Lying there, like no-one's litter.
I should celebrate myself!

It is as if I'd been lured
Into a cult by flirty fishing;
And the worst of it all is,
It is still just her I see.

So, let me now rest by the embers
On your hearth at this late hour.
Stand by me.  Help me remember
– Then forget – my moonlight flower.