Metamorphosis
As I sat near the peaceful lake
I detected all my composure was fake
A beautiful butterfly flew
Suddenly a sword it drew
It changed into a deadly dragon
Heading towards hell was its wagon
The dew on the flowers all turned black
Peace and beauty were all thrown at the back
The sky was no more blue
A grey substance rained like a glue
Stuck in it i became pessimist even more
I wanted to escape from an invisible door
My hands then transformed into wings
What else was reserved for me in the long list of findings???
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