The bat was a vampire, sinister and old.
The butterfly breaks the cocoon and gets cold.

The bat reflects in silver hisses.
The butterfly speaks forgotten kisses.
No telling how far they will fly.
A devious smile splits the day from the night.

Before you flee with your new wing.
That bat might drop to you a ring.
A riddled heart brings stumble and stutter.
It cuts the wings and abandons flutter.

If anything you dream tonight,
The bat and the butterfly...