The Butterfly

She was made of the darkness, breathed into life by light;

Running into the fire, emerging with ice;

She moved with the wind, with the oceans at her feet;

The Sun her left eye, the Moon her right,

Mighty Jupiter the power of her might;

She roared into the Cosmos and created

Black Holes.

She closed her eyes and let the world die;

She opened her eyes and let herself live;

Basking in the blood of all that They destroyed.

She ran into the night, to bring back the Dawn,

ran into the daylight, to save the Dusk;

She roared with satisfaction, the Savior Soul;

Then crawled back into the darkness,

The Butterfly in her Cocoon.

 

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  1. This was such a beautifully written piece! โค
    I simply loved it!
    The idea was just so empowering and your language was breathtaking.
    Looking forward to reading more from you!

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