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.