Always a Butterfly
Not all my heroes wear a flowing cape
Not one who arms a vibranium shield
Nor a giant green beast so bizarre in shape.
Just a fragile butterfly on the field.
She may be a speck compared to the kings
But her courage to march against the gusts
And audacity despite her chipped wings
A true engine filled with eternal thrusts.
Striving to become a strong butterfly,
I flap my failed wings, spotting no success
Still, glimmers shine as I aim for the sky
My imperfect stripes gleam with no address.
Something so trivial means more than them
Her fleeting existence rests as a gem.
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