It leans against the cold wall
Of darkness, On the fringes
between twilight before all is
Consumed within either

"Darkness"
Or
"Light"
  
As everything is enveloped
It notices through the cracks
That vent between both.

"A butterfly"

Delicately  corrodes with in
This colourless void,
But as its colour diminishes,
Forgotten, it caresses those last
Fleeting moment,s A stray beam,
Particles of light perforate  
That butterflies last moments.

It shades that upon the wall,
Subtle colours, of wings glance
Off all in the void. But as light
Moves past so does the kaleidoscope
Of radiance, it sheds a dark tear,
Touched by what momentarily
Brought beauty too its eyes.

It sits in the darkness, against
Its hollow walls, but where there
Was only black, there are now
Among those that sit, no longer
Alone as shades of grey not visible
But seen. Showing them that for a
moment, for eternity, they are not
Just one, not for eons alone.