“Fly, fly, let your wings unfurl, 

golden butterfly,” 

 

Little did she know, 

as she whispered her tender song, 

glints of sunlight casting gold dreams. 

 

“Fly, fly with all your might.” 

 

Her whisper tickling the dazzling night, 

the train rattling through the ghastly chill, 

teetering on the tracks 

tossed and snatched by the darkest frights. 

 

Little bodies dancing, 

the rattling chains their beat, 

the screeching winds their melody 

Little did they know. 

 

The laughter 

the vile, vilest laughter 

ringing, strangling the winds 

piercing, stabbing the wings 

of the gold, golden butterfly 

 

She stumbled through the numb night, 

bare feet blindly patting the cold soil, 

chains rattling against the leaves, 

her whispers trembling. 

 

Comfort, they said, 

only, only comfort. 

 

Pinned, 

rising and falling 

her little body 

her golden wings nailed 

to the darkest nights 

 

With them, 

drooling for the glimmering wings 

of the gold, golden 

Butterfly. 

 

Wings torn, 

Wings shredded, 

Wings splotched, 

drenched in the deepest 

red 

the colors of their youth. 

 

Her whisper, 

now a hoarse cry, 

 

“Fly, fly through the night 

before you are snatched 

by the nastiest, foulest hands, 

 

My little butterfly, 

do not, do not follow 

the foul cackles 

 

Listen, 

strain, twist, unfurl your wings 

towards the warning whispers,” 

 

And soar,  

                       soar through  

                                                        the dark, darkest night 

                                                                                                            my gold, golden,  

                                                                                                                                                       Butterfly.