​A Study of Nymphs in Starlight

Far in the forested fields where the fair folk lie:

I saw many moths bathing in the blue moonlight,

And they beckoned me closer to their branches high;

Their woven winged cloaks withered hither their flight.

Yet their cold eyes misread my helpless defiance,

With frail woe they fluttered farther over my head.

They told me their sisters were poisoned by giants—

There many a moth told me she wished she were dead.

Hope for frightened faeries who fall between the lines;

They hail from a home and folk very few may find.

With evil elves, greedy goblins in tales and songs,

Is it wrong that I want to think these mothkin kind?

I only recently started writing poetry, so any advice would be appreciated 🙂 I especially not really happy with the last line because I’m having an issue communicating the message of the poem, whatever it is lol