Butterfly Dreaming
Patterns forming out of chaos
Flitting, fluttering all through time
From beginnings to forever
Singing, dancing, and sublime
If butterflies fly together.
There's a queen mourning loss
Plotting vengeance on a tiger
Hoping to arrange to kill, to sever
And all worship return to her
Unless butterflies fly together
There is one who won't be bossed
Refusing gifts of fates and gods
A hole in a grand endeavour
That lets the dealer win the odds
If butterflies don't fly together.
Thoughts On The Horrid Butterfly Poem
To force a verse when a verse won't come is worse
Than to force a rhyme just for lack of time, I durst.
For I had tried to keep in mind words that were lost
And ended up with some crap fit only for a hearse.
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