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. #3