Not fireflies but lightning-bugs,

lonesomely flickering in the dark.

Their static-charged wings

cursing them

to forever be apart.

But for the few that fail to heed

cruel Nature’s warning

bolts,

scorched bodies fall to

cratered grass.

Victims of the heart.

There's a character minimum —

500 letters? I don't know.

I'm adding words until I hit it,

but in a spoiler so it won't show.

Because I

am a very serious poet.