Butterfly raises her broken wings
She remembers flying with gosomer things
She stands, silent inn the hoop of the sky
Wearing things forgotten and left to die
Waiting ancusiosly by the box
Staring at a door with too many locks
Butterfly limps through the maze
Made up of clouds in thunderhead greys
She sits in the basement, away from prying eyes
She is hiding forever; she knows this and sighs
Waiting ancsiosly, to see who won
Staring at the aged sun
In a world almost gone
In the darkness of an opaque nightfall
is the light of all eternity's glory
Let the value of nothing's hopeless worth
be what binds you to purity
For infinity means a lack of boundries,
which there for becomes true evil.
 Kashi-hime · Sun Jul 15, 2007 @ 03:19am · 0 Comments |
