EverlostPoet
December 29th, 2009, 04:19 PM
No one suspects the butterfly
So innocent and tame
Always fluttering with a sigh
Beauty with no name
This little creature, so dear to so many, finds it’s way on earth. Luxurious wings of many hues flitter through the skies. Sunlight beams barely kiss the fragile edges as it continues to make it’s way through a garden of grandeur. Such seemingly innocent grace creates a sense of peace and tranquility. But that is all about to fade away, for no one suspects the butterfly.
It perches gently on a petal
Then both wings will fold
Corrupting hearts like chilling metal
A story will be told
This minuscule thing before your eyes, has twitched it’s wings so slightly. Tiny black appendages cling to a nearby flower. It sits there waiting for a breeze to carry it on its way. If only life was full of ease, but hear what I must say. Soon the chaos will start. The pandemonium then shall reign. The creature’s wings are folded pointing towards the sky. They hover and linger like an executioner’s axe, waiting for its cue. The suspense builds as the creature forces its wings downward, gaining speed the entire course. Velocity increases, the motion is intense, colors become a blur. Within a flash, within a moment, the evil has now begun. For this has brought many a gaze to what seemed to be such splendor. I tell you now, I tell you this. That creature is with shame. For many moons and many seasons it has always done the same.
A passerby its sights will see
To flitter by once more
A girl will catch it tenderly
Thus making this folklore
We now know this creature’s power, this tiny little spec. A little girl has caught it’s eye, and comes over to inspect. Her eye zooms in, and locks it in her sight. She thinks the poor thing is so afraid; it’s a shame she doesn’t know. It turns to face it’s next luscious victim, surveying it’s new catch. Her finger extends towards the thing, and thus it does attach. The human girl is not afraid of this truly newfound foe. Her nemisis, her enemy, a sign it does not show. Instead it goes by stealthily, waiting for a chance. It plans to take her greatest treasure, her most precious love of all. This must wait another day, when the giant rains shall fall.
The butterfly then flicks away
It’s gone within a blink
The girl’s mind at rest will lay
Of this she’ll never think
The little girl has now moved on. Her mind’s on better things. Graduation, growing up, and forgetting those small wings. Life has flown quite smoothly with occasional bumps on the way. The details of those; however, are not relevant enough to say. Bags in her apartment were packed and travel was on her brain. She luged them around and swiftly caught her train. Destination…Japan! She could hardly wait. She boarded coach seat number nine, barely not too late. Bags and boxes shoved above, feet were crammed below. Excitement filled her lungs as her seat belt she did strap. A two year love sat close beside her. On his shoulder she did nap. Darkness forced her eyes to shut and her snores she could not hear. Instead she woke up with a jerk, her love was nowhere near. The plane had crashed into the sea, and her seat belt was stuck in tight. Struggles and strains did not prevail, and she lost her life that night. Now one may ask what her thoughts were as she sunk into the abyss. Flashes of her life appeared from first step to first kiss. One thought then did pop up, as she paused a moment then: The butterfly, so small and sweet, from her childhood way back when. Chaos took her over, she‘d wished the belt had tore. It took her love away from her, and yet somehow there’s more.
For what the creature took from her
Not one thing in return
For innocence and wholeness were
So precious she did learn
How did the butterfly cause all of this, with innocent wings so pure? It’s wings did flap, it set a trap, a little girl it did lure. The chaos theory then prevailed for the plane was hit with winds that flailed. Those winds of which I speak, come from an idea which seems so bleak. Something so small can cause something so cataclysmic. Something so puny can become the biggest terrorist. The most frightening part of all, is realizing that there are smaller beings than a butterfly, and larger catastrophes than a plane crash.
I tell you now
I tell you this
That creature is with shame
For many moons
And many seasons
It has always done the same
So innocent and tame
Always fluttering with a sigh
Beauty with no name
This little creature, so dear to so many, finds it’s way on earth. Luxurious wings of many hues flitter through the skies. Sunlight beams barely kiss the fragile edges as it continues to make it’s way through a garden of grandeur. Such seemingly innocent grace creates a sense of peace and tranquility. But that is all about to fade away, for no one suspects the butterfly.
It perches gently on a petal
Then both wings will fold
Corrupting hearts like chilling metal
A story will be told
This minuscule thing before your eyes, has twitched it’s wings so slightly. Tiny black appendages cling to a nearby flower. It sits there waiting for a breeze to carry it on its way. If only life was full of ease, but hear what I must say. Soon the chaos will start. The pandemonium then shall reign. The creature’s wings are folded pointing towards the sky. They hover and linger like an executioner’s axe, waiting for its cue. The suspense builds as the creature forces its wings downward, gaining speed the entire course. Velocity increases, the motion is intense, colors become a blur. Within a flash, within a moment, the evil has now begun. For this has brought many a gaze to what seemed to be such splendor. I tell you now, I tell you this. That creature is with shame. For many moons and many seasons it has always done the same.
A passerby its sights will see
To flitter by once more
A girl will catch it tenderly
Thus making this folklore
We now know this creature’s power, this tiny little spec. A little girl has caught it’s eye, and comes over to inspect. Her eye zooms in, and locks it in her sight. She thinks the poor thing is so afraid; it’s a shame she doesn’t know. It turns to face it’s next luscious victim, surveying it’s new catch. Her finger extends towards the thing, and thus it does attach. The human girl is not afraid of this truly newfound foe. Her nemisis, her enemy, a sign it does not show. Instead it goes by stealthily, waiting for a chance. It plans to take her greatest treasure, her most precious love of all. This must wait another day, when the giant rains shall fall.
The butterfly then flicks away
It’s gone within a blink
The girl’s mind at rest will lay
Of this she’ll never think
The little girl has now moved on. Her mind’s on better things. Graduation, growing up, and forgetting those small wings. Life has flown quite smoothly with occasional bumps on the way. The details of those; however, are not relevant enough to say. Bags in her apartment were packed and travel was on her brain. She luged them around and swiftly caught her train. Destination…Japan! She could hardly wait. She boarded coach seat number nine, barely not too late. Bags and boxes shoved above, feet were crammed below. Excitement filled her lungs as her seat belt she did strap. A two year love sat close beside her. On his shoulder she did nap. Darkness forced her eyes to shut and her snores she could not hear. Instead she woke up with a jerk, her love was nowhere near. The plane had crashed into the sea, and her seat belt was stuck in tight. Struggles and strains did not prevail, and she lost her life that night. Now one may ask what her thoughts were as she sunk into the abyss. Flashes of her life appeared from first step to first kiss. One thought then did pop up, as she paused a moment then: The butterfly, so small and sweet, from her childhood way back when. Chaos took her over, she‘d wished the belt had tore. It took her love away from her, and yet somehow there’s more.
For what the creature took from her
Not one thing in return
For innocence and wholeness were
So precious she did learn
How did the butterfly cause all of this, with innocent wings so pure? It’s wings did flap, it set a trap, a little girl it did lure. The chaos theory then prevailed for the plane was hit with winds that flailed. Those winds of which I speak, come from an idea which seems so bleak. Something so small can cause something so cataclysmic. Something so puny can become the biggest terrorist. The most frightening part of all, is realizing that there are smaller beings than a butterfly, and larger catastrophes than a plane crash.
I tell you now
I tell you this
That creature is with shame
For many moons
And many seasons
It has always done the same