Pyrophorus noctiluca

There I was, watching the nightly spectacle of fireflies dancing in unison. Like ethereal fairies trying to bid goodnight as you await yourself for slumber. I wish I could be just fireflies. As intangible as air. Unusually light and delicate.

Never did I fail to be fascinated with the rhythm they possess. I would always be in utmost awe as I watch them frolic and cavort against the melancholy the dark night has to offer. The radiance of the light that weaves a pool of memories. Memories I wish would just dance along with the fireflies and fly away with the gust of cool wind.

I must have been just too affected. The last time I watch the lavish display was with the one I value most. I was too busy with delgiht watching fireflies I never came to notice things. Along with an ounce of pixie dust, she took off and flew with the wind.

But fireflies always have to be back every night in good ol' days. They wanted to submit everyone, as much as they could in their hypnotic trance of fire dance and frisk. I was a victim of these. Lured myself in enchantment and could never break free from the spell they cast upon me. I was spellbound nearing insanity.

When days would be off. When nights would be harsh for them. They hide. Within their kingdom they again contrive. Finding ways for a whole new saltation that only them could ever know. A tepsichore of sorts, enabling them to thrust into someone's mind and afflict disorder. Again, only them should know. And only them can get away with it. Just them.

And now, with too much struggle that I have to endure. My mind was too consumed. Losing too much vigor and flesh. I, daresay, I'm utterly ruined. The radiance of their light has cost me my sight. Blinded and incapacitated. Hypnotic karma. My last clasp, futile!

That is why I would love to be a firefly. Never the dumb spectator. Thing is, I could never really took off the precept in my pocket. Could I dare cast off light of intense glare? Could I be dancing my own way to deception and enthrallment? I can't. Only fireflies could.

I'm looking forward to the day the fireflies would shed their lights off. I'm awaiting the time when they would be weary dancing and just can't go on. When they would just be blown away by the wind and fall hard on earth. Down, down, down, thud. Big thud!

All for them to realize how it is to encounter an endless fall. Of how bad it is tasting the moist, cold earth! Until then, I'm keeping my hopes up while finding a counter spell for the demention they have caused me!