Death Of A Butterfly
My once colourful wings
Which graced the air with silver
And filled the forest full of bell's rings
Now turn to ash and wither
My beauty at it's fullest has passed
Vanishing along with my home
That was also once so vast
Along with it I shall fade alone
With my grace gone and pride defeated
I am forced to accept my fate
I yearn for the beauty I once emitted
Alas my death is already late
To dance and play together
Are now fading memories
Now I will turn to stone forever
Where I'll go, I will have no enemies
As light as a feather I once was
Now I feel heavy and plummet down
Losing memory of my soft buzz
Watching the light die away, I hit the ground
The sound of my dieing forest home
Is all that I can hear
As fickle ghosts we will roam
I now know, death is truly near
If only she had stayed here
We would all be safe
It hurts to know she's not near
To know now she's just a wraith
Along with her Others she perished
Succumbed to the dark, faded from light
With her power, us she once nourished
Now, she's nothing, gone from the darkness' bite
I take in my last breath
For I know my end is nigh
This is the story of my death
The death, of a Butterfly