Obsidian Butterflies

A song of hope played,

Under the sullen breath of the moon.

Wistfully the roses listened, as they shined in lilac white,

Under the cloak of illicit shadows -

They rustled with the solemn wind’s tune.

There was music in the world, fettered far into fallen dreams,

That only awoke in the moonlight, mystic and mute in lore.

Yet they were forced to hide away, in such arcane hollows of the heart.

Amongst the gentle breeze, t’was an entry of velvet in the dark.

As a black butterfly flapped its wings, creating the eulogy of the night.

Whistles danced in my window, icy fingers drew the misty white curtains shut,

But the night never left the room, as it stayed, lingering for warmth.

The stars engulfed her eyes, as the universe engulfed her soul

And the iridescent liquid of the moon flowed quickly into her lungs.

And when the sun rose, creating dew and a wispy fog -

Chaos here, peace gone, there was nothing left to fight,

But in forgotten darkness, she breathed the air of the night.