Playing with fire

Like a moth drawn to a flame,
that dances, entice, and burns beautify.
He stands, looks, and to ponders,
the moth bends and relents.

He fails to fly away.

The overwhelming against the understanding,
sanity loses its hold.
The moth gets drawn deeper,
the dawn of insanity draws nearer.

Burnt wings and other unmendables.
He fell into a fable,
that fire can be fought with fire,
he regrets, now forgiveness he requires.