Nemuru
When the moon is plump and round
Painting silver summer night
Throngs of tiny gods come out
Gather 'round candlelight

Back in golden age of legend
Tall as any man they stood
Now forgotten or eschewed
Half-transparent, half-imagined
Thimble-small for lack of food

Gods survive on sacrifice
Worship paid in blood and wine
So I light the candles thrice
Luring moths to gods' delight