In moon's embrace, a male god soars, transformed,
From mighty form to fragile moth, reformed.
He sheds his strength, divinity adorned,
Embracing shadows, secrets he's performed.
Once cloaked in power, now a humble sprite,
His essence dances, moonlit sky adorned.
No longer worshipped, but unseen, he weaves,
A mystic thread through nights, with grace adorned.
His wings of silver, fragile and ethereal,
In moon's soft glow, a silhouette adorned.
With every flutter, he transcends the norms,
A god reborn, in moon's sweet light adorned.
Through metamorphosis, a tale unfolds,
Of strength in frailty, and love adorned.
Oh, male god turned moth, in lunar bloom,
A divine secret, in whispers adorned.
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