Across the bloody skies
The crow chases the
Butterfly.
Angel soft wings sweep through the wind,
At first the crow seems a beautiful phoenix
So the butterfly falls to the crow
Allows herself to be encased in his wings,
But the phoenix does not loosen his hold,
And the butterfly looks to see
The darkest feathers of the tomb.
She sees the crow.
He laughs and moves his sinews to suffocate,
So the butterfly falls,
Through the bloody green skies.
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