Prompts. Yeah, sure, why not?

A poem for my little sister, cover image borrowed from http://lilifilane.deviantart.com/art/dark-butterfly-157679663 At first a glance from the corner of my eye A flutter on the fringe of vision I find myself now captivated by the metamorphosis this flicker has undergone I knew all along the potential depths I knew all along the hint of shadow within So similar to my own I saw you then, a child free of the future, growing in love I see you now, in youth like a budding rose with petals crimped and curled beautiful but singed by the heat of burning potential within Not yet formed but rapidly expanding wings of layered Deep This creature Fae Ethereal Frightened I recognize this being as I would recognize my own soul I was this fragile thing once I was, I am, and I always will be Tender Butterfly Stretching your bloodless wings too soon and recoiling at the pain Desperate to soar away, to escape the hurt you unwittingly cause yourself Hush fluttering thing This thundering call to wander will become a gentle rumble I long to comfort the sting, to placate the ache with words of peace But I cannot lie The echo of the call will resonate through all time It will whisper in your sleep It will whimper in your times of joy But what you cannot see yet, wrinkled and flightless as you cling to your rooted branches, The perspective you will gain when you finally fly..... I cannot describe it......Unfathomable and Wondrous..... Hang on little butterfly Hang on a while longer Regret nothing that stems from your passion, your angst, your pain, your visions But never surrender to the black Let it surround you and cloak you, let it color your world Let it fill your bloodless wings The star shines best among deepest darkness Refuse to be swallowed up Survive Shine Soar