_Butterfly_
Imprisoned inside
His purple jar,
Unable to escape.
The butterfly
Is trapped.
His enchantment
And wonder
Is worth nothing
Compared to her freedom.
Gentle, feathered, toxic wings
Flutter frantically,
In a desperate attempt
To shatter the glass
And evade her terrible fate.
Wishing for deliverance,
She pounds against the glass,
The beating of
Her soft, dark wings
Doing nothing
To fracture the
Crystal walls.
She sadly retreats
To the base of the jar
Wallowing in wretched despair.
She'll never be free.
