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The Wing Reaper
A black-robed maiden with a scythe
Has come to snuff my Butterfly
Her quota she has yet to fill
So faerie wings she's come to steal
Boney footsteps tread the hall
Beneath her hood, fresh flowers fall
She slips in silent in the night,
Captures Butterfly's last sigh
A sleeping beauty not to wake,
A perfect fleeting soul to take
A victim of the maiden's deed,
An inmate of the world, set free
One more tally mark to strike,
A butterfly snatched from the sky
What satisfaction could this bring?
A horrid sin to take her wings
A faerie sentenced to the earth
A hollow casket bathed in dirt
The most brilliant creature taken down,
Beauty's second takes her crown
