Butterflies

She Sits by Herself

Blood covered flowers,

Butterflies thirsting for more

They Cover the Sky

When they Storm

They kill All

No mercy

No Sanity

They chime with the bones

Between their teeth, Picking the remains

Of the poor flower

Covered in Blood

When the Butterflies come

They demand what they what

They get what they want

There's no denying them

They're the Butterflies

They're the Insane

They're the abnormal

They're all inside my head.

A Poem written to describe Lyra's Mentality, from my FanFic, The Marked Feraligatr. Butterflies don't even appear in the story, but I thought it was cool!

Hoped you enjoyed!