The Black Butterfly

The black butterfly, riding on in the easy breeze,
When cold winters rage their hearts will freeze,
Their small wee wings take them away,
From the place they had promised to stay.

It takes advantage of the warmth in the air,
It stays only when it's the best right there,
It's only then that they will smile,
They only use you, friends none the while.

Its black dark wings majestic and fine,
Yet between love and hatred is but a thin line,
It's difficult to tell why it flies,
Difficult to read between the lies.

Now here is the truth within this tale,
Is that reach for the top and you will fail,
There are no easy ways up there,
No short way out, no simple care.

Do not use others for you,
Because they will mark your death too.
Their anger and hatred the reaper shall menge,
And towards you they will seek revenge.

And that beautiful graceful butterfly,
On the ground its torn wings lie.
Mutilation from its avengers,
Piece by piece that's their adventures.

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Author's Note// Well, I guess this really isn't my bestest of works, but I hoped you enjoyed this poem anyways. Thanks for reading! ^^