Butterfly

The taste of copper, water fouled and red,
The earth is drowning in the blood we’ve shed.
Nothing but acrid smoke and scorched terrain,
I take my final breath, numb to the pain.
Listen... the thunder of the guns has ceased,
It’s over now. We held our ground, at least.

Silence descends, it pounds against my head,
The world is shattering, its spirit fled.
As if through crosshairs, in the midday glare,
Someone is watching me... I feel the stare.

BUTTERFLY!
Circling over the shredded remains
Landing on blood-soaked tatters and stains
A single bright stroke in an ocean of filth
Behind her, just darkness… behind her, just darkness.

She doesn’t care who was foe or was friend
Dances on bones where the blaze couldn’t end
Over the dead field, mocking the steel
Wrapping the world in a funeral veil.

Thorny stems slice through my palm
My veins run dry, the fire’s gone.
The last one standing. This is the end.
I’m a dead man walking, no need to pretend.
My open palm — an altar for the feast,
Claim my soul, you heavenly beast

BUTTERFLY!
Circling over the shredded remains
Landing on blood-soaked tatters and stains
A single bright stroke in an ocean of filth
Behind her, just darkness… behind her, just darkness.

MUD... PAIN... VOID...
The final line has been destroyed.

Fly...
One more circle, slow
While I still breathe, below.
I know I’ll leave today
And you... stay in this hell... stay.