He was an insect in the woods,
No greed would ever think of it as food—
But a hope in the dark, a pity in the light.
In some context, he is sharp; a mighty guide.

A nuisance in a runaway's eyes—
For those who chose to be dark, this little moon is disliked.
But the firefly is a dazzling faith for a lost soul,
In the darkest of...