Butterfly~

Cry, cry
Little butterfly
For your wings are broken
Your freedom stolen
And never again
Will you ever fly

White Wolf

Wow, so I'm back on blogspot after a year, lmao. This is an old poem I did. Anyway yeah. Planning on updating here like mad.

She laid herself down to die
As she wished, vaguely
That in her final moments
She wasn't alone
Just maybe though,
It was better that way
She knew her lips were blue
And that she was sobbing
Her eyes flutterd
And she wondered
When she had even closed them
Softly, she laughed
It approached her
Slowly, cautiously
It was not her kind
And she didnt care
It noticed the pitiful state
Then settled down beside
The fallen dying girl
And watched her as she sighed
'Oh dear' she said,
'How strange' she said,
And her hand reached
To stroke thick, white fur
Weakly, she said 'Thank you'
She said 'Please'
She said 'Don't leave'
And she closed her eyes
The big white wolf
Sat until the end
Before it threw back its head
And cried its mornful cry
To the unforgiving sky,
It said 'Not fair'
It said 'Injustice'
Before it stood and said 'Goodbye'