A Butterfly In The Fire

[theravingderelict]

Butterfly In The Fire

A dead still beautiful moonlit night, the air still tense from our passion spent, we lay ijn each others arms peacefully intertwined, unaware of the plot of our demise outside.
A maniacle arson awaits outside, torch lit and suffering fire of the mind, he draws a breath and ready’s his hand, careful not to stir us from our bed.
Our sanctuary ablaze, I hear her scream for me, Surrounded by hell she desperately fights to be free, I brave the pain and hold her dear and whisper things are not as doomed as they appear.

I burn and cry, but keep my hands tight,
For inside of them a butterfly fights,
Something this beautiful deserves the gift of life,
And even after I die, she will still take flight.

Outside I lay on the grass, soft and gentle on my blackened skin, dew from the sky’s tears for us cool the pain of irrational sins, she lays beside me, weeping over my sacrifice, I reach to her and wipe the sadness from her eyes.

I look deep into her soul and pur the remains of my heart to her ears.

Angel it is for you tonight I die, so that once again you may fly, think not of me as dead and gone, but rather alive in your soul and in every song

She wept and held me dear to breast, til I passed and was finally put to rest