Butterfly

"The Flaming Cocoon " "4" Dark covers unfold The oppressor grip fastens on her wings Butterfly's colors change Her skin grows spiked The glow is luminescent Eyes round Back bent Hair ravaged Teeth sharp A rare beauty Who carried gold and silk upon her back and shoulders Wears the scars of matted fur and tattoos of rag As he holds her treasures He whispers the melody of their love The entanglement of his deceit Wrapped in fantasy and soul Has won her heart Mind Body And soul One betrayal for another Marks the territory of her despair Only growing the mark of the beginning The mark of the tiger.