Butterflies of dementia

by Elynnka   Nov 21, 2006


He was out hunting in a cold and lonely night,
The sky - black velvet, and the moon shone bright
As this vicious killer by his sharp senses was led
To a hospital where a young lady laid demented.

He saw her grief, her suffering, her excruciating pain,
Her eyes filled with despair hearing the drops of rain,
His black heart pounded with pity and so he came
To take away her madness - her illness to tame.

He plunged his white teeth in her struggling body
Then bit his wrist – crimson blood pouring slowly
On her ashen lips that now turned red and graceful,
As night butterflies flew, witnessing her revival.

And so another fallen princess of darkness was born
The sickness that she bared from her mind now forlorn
And when she felt the beauty of this relief called sanity,
She swore that she will feed on this sickness of humanity.

Wherever she hears cries of despair she will quickly go
To kill the ones who are trapped by dementia’s woe
And it’s said that the last things they see before they die
Are the graceful wings of a fragile night butterfly…

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  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Beautiful story...i dont know if id call it a poem, but i like it very much.

  • 17 years ago

    by debbylyn

    This is different.....I like it. Good rhyme and flow. Interesting way to link the dark with goodness.

  • 17 years ago

    by InterviewWithTheKat

    I LOVE UR POEMS!!!
    THIS ONE GREAT!
    P.S IVE ADDED U 2 MY FAVORITES

  • 17 years ago

    by Cooper

    You don't really need me to tell you how wonderful this poem is, do you? Oh, you do?
    Well, I'll just tell you that I love your dark style, 'specially this poem.
    Congratulations, as usual!

  • 17 years ago

    by DLH

    I like your style. you are a very intelligent writer. check out my style..it is a little different and less formal but its my style..lol