The butterfly of many talents talked nothing but of himself... and never stopped to Listen or gain true conversational wealth cloaked in flamboyent colors his butterfly wings so huge, captured a little lost lady moth (looking for the moon) and kept her as his muse
just as the wings of the butterfly so was the moths heart large and so she inspired her captor unconditionally.. and loved freely, fanning him... & flapping her wings too hard... each time they would tear , she'd ignore the searing pain for with all of her inner beauty; by no means was she vain
the butterfly misused his muse did not reciprocate emotion so her wings drooping stupidly with blind devotion were as lost shadowed in his coloring as before....... searching for the light of moon in black ocean
he had never saved her from the vast sky-sea & empty Galaxy But used her flutter as a tool to satisfy his selfish artistic needs
the little lost moth lost flight As she began to understand the light butterfly provided was a stage light made by man
all the time she lost robbed her spirit and stole her grace so she rubbed the powder off his big bright wings and thought -what good is his outward beauty now that he can no longer soar in space- Disenchanted but free at last moth tries but can never trust color won't inspire art or music and will never love another.....