[color=b041ff]Butterfly, flying high, As I watch you flutter by, The time has worn, it is nigh, The colour of your wings is the colour of the sky, I stare in awe as it fades to black. The light has come, the day is here, Sworn to shed not but a tear, Don’t worry, there is nothing to fear, Light is shattered like a broken mirror, Falling through the endless blue. Cruelty comes, the mask is shorn, The time has come for us to mourn, Secrets revealed, your wings are torn, In the early summer morn, Shed not a tear as death‘s mist comes. Yeah, tell me what ya think.[/color]
Wow, awesome job! I really like image that I get in my head when I read it... great use of rhyme. Keep up the good work!