Butterfly
That has not flown with many a passing moon,
Butterfly,
It is as though yesterday you emerged from your cacoon,

Butterfly,
No longer is there any beauty inked wings,
Butterfly,
How your trampled wings sting,

Butterfly,
That once harmony and beauty spoke,
Butterfly,
That now only brutality in appearance evokes,

Butterfly,
Once beautiful and WOW,
Butterfly,
Only inadequacy does in you speak now,

Butterfly,
Who was to be the equivalent of beauty?
To posses perfection dear butterfly was your duty,
Now dull and broken with a bitter look of what once was lovely,
Butterfly by mans touch made ugly.