I feel like this must be done....I got this idea after such a sadistic dream, if you want to know about it, PM me.

Death Of A Butterfly:A Poem of Broken Beauty

A spring day, ripe for life

Flowers bloom from soaking thesunlight

Animals and humans alike enjoying the day in the meadow

Butterflies fly to and fro

With beauty unlike anything else

Peaceful and light, quick to move

Delighting the spectators watching its movemets

Yet a day took place

When death had to do its evil

An evil I hate so much

An evil I will delight in when its defeated

With a young beauty

Moving and living, delighting the earth

Yet it didn't know

That a creature was after it

Death was waiting to do its work

I watched it all and hated it

Only sadistic people would delight in it

It was resting in a flower

I spotted it and studied it thirty feet away

It was curious about me

Then I spotted it

A gun of a man

Deciding in target practice

I knew what his next target would be

I shouted so loudly:

"Don't Shoot! Don't shoot!"

Was he even listening

Was I being ignored like before on that dark night of sadistic evil

Three butterflies having an early grave

A night that will haunt me forever

It was.

Seconds later, a grave was made

By the debree of the flower

For God's greatest gift of beauty through an animal

The man was soon surronded

By the angeriest crowd possible there

He was soon gone

I didn't miss him

All I cared about is the grave that was made with a side of a bullet in under a second

Tourists mourned at the site

So did I.

End

I felt like doing this for so long, two months after that dream.....rate if you want, I just want to do this poem before it disappers like so many thoughts in my life.