Sonnets in My Head

20 Butterfly

Shushes of the Winds,
Hushes of trees; lingers on tender wings.
Pure creature disturbed, flies away,
Gone in a heartbeat, right away.

Innocent shuttering butterfly,
Scared of all; afraid they will hurt,
Once they are close, what they once held so dear,
As the end is so near;
Breathing down her neck.

Friends can always stab you in the back,
But the Unknown does not await,
Hurts you right in front of your face.

And a cruel laughter follows,
As the maniac torns your soul apart,
And mauls into your very flesh.

Broken bodies, dead minds,
Stuck forever in Hell's mines.

Shy butterfly, shutters away,
Gone in a heart beat, right away.

- Silent