A butterfly
Flying,
Soaring,
Through the maleficent garden
Not afraid like the others,
Who burrow in the ground
And choose to live on the dark side of the moon
No, instead this one chooses to see
The little star
Shining
In the darkest of voids,
A butterfly destined for the highest of trees
The most charming of buds
This light however,
Has shown too bright
Blinding the butterfly from those
Burrowed in the ground,
Who brought it to its grave, unapologetically.
A sad day, where every petal of every flower,
Would droop
Where the sky,
Blemished by its death
Would pour rain upon the soil
A time in which every member of the garden
Would yearn for another
To show them the smallest star
In the darkest of voids,
Throughout this maleficent garden.