The Temple of the Butterfly

I am the void I am the wrath I am the undulating sun seraph In the temple of the butterfly The shadow is my alibi ~moths, in rooms full of angles circle, languishing slow as death caught in webs of cold breath rage beneath the deep shade of insentient truth ~moths, numberless toil wings beating back the night sinew pulling muscle, flexing flight fly into the brooding canon, luminous, hungry ~moths, consuming dark that vision of ourselves, vacant grief haunting voice, distant hymn deep cadence held in solemn silence ~moths, numberless spiral descend from smoke through slanting light disturbing silence, spirits fall in waves breaking upon the consciousness of eternal human sorrow I am the dark I am the dream I am the madness in-between In the temple of the butterfly The shadow is my alibi