He's waiting, claws at the ready
He remains searching.
Far and wide, up and high
Little butterfly, fly.
Like a predator he stalks his prey
Tracing each little fluttering step
He knows no night, noon, no day.
Fly little butterfly your time is nigh.
His bloodshot eyes know no sleep
His yellowed teeth you would not like to greet.
Long gone is his facade of play
Right now he's out to slay so run!
His wheel is decisive, his folly blatant to the naked eye
His voice as sweet as nectar
With his words your very elixir
Flap those cerulean wings and best him.
I've heard what they say of him
Now your hope is but a glimmer
He's a killer, a murdurous device!
Innocence part! You're about to meet thy maker.
Don't lose face, be not disheartened
You can escape, so grasp that solitary beam of faith.
You have wings little butterfly, quick before he finds you
Fly oh little one, fly!
- 123OnePerfectSummer.
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The Wheel Breaks The Butterfly
PoetryJust an old poem of mine. Found it lying in a box in the attic and thought maybe I should share it. Basically a thriller type deal. I would love it if you read it! :) It's based on the phrase The Wheel Breaks The Butterfly and is a mystery and thril...
