flight of the butterfly, rising free
Vibrant, voluptuous, such
brilliance in their hues
The artisans spent countless decades
improving the views
A walk on the beach
The sun setting over the tall buildings
They enjoyed the sounds of the waves
The colors of the darkening winter sky
A long time ago
She was my heartbeat
There was nothing
I wouldn't do
For her
Something happened
I crossed over
And lost all ties
To rational thought
A psychopath
Darkness grew
The flame went out
Spirit died
Smothered another
Two dead
One so alive
Devoured by the darkness
Dwelled in the depth
Ancient horrors
Awakened
Inexplicable
Yet I must accept
My truth sets me free
While she still cries
Wounded