To the Moon She Looks
In the dead of night
Some years ago
A metamorphose transpired
Under full moon glow
A lady in black
In graveyard mist
Danced with the crows
In evolutionary twist
Her presence was surrounded
By luminous flows
Larva's were being shed
In dark butterfly grow
Her black dress becomes discarded
Shape-shifting in the dead of night
Red Admirals flutter
In demonic delight
They become butterfly winged elves
Patiently awaiting
To our moon our orb
Anticipating in taking
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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