A/N: I consider fragile to be two syllables, but it could be said and read as three. Please note that I used it as a two-syllable word in this sonnet.

O, fragile being! Your soul is so full

Of spiders, painted crimson and raven.

Your simplistic kind cannot atone, pull

Away your deeds, or return our Eden.

Suffer, suffer your due pain as I smile.

I create the chaos; you create death.

When you find your life to be as worthwhile

As the sand inhaled with your last breath,

I'll be there to watch while your time runs out.

Happiness soon comes for those who deserve.

You have not earned it. There is not a doubt

In my mind that you will try to preserve

Your precious way of life. I'll kill you all

Before this grand butterfly takes a fall.