A Moth to a flickering flame, 

a vast eternal void filled and untamed:

the ruler — with your saber You have marked;

the Empress of my heart.

a kingdom rises in my gut; 

monarchs glow in a neon moon:

a sight reflected — I will.

(For I) will I hold You soon.

Never ending battles, 

for You, my Dear, have already won:

a War that has yet begun,

my undying Love that boils within my heart cannot be undone.