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The Falter of the Butterfly
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Word Play Flit the falter of the butterfly,
As he says unto the bumblebee,
"To you, dear sir, I give this prize,
A brotherhood sealed by honey."
Flit the falter of the butterfly,
As he says unto his feline friend,
"Mistress of the land, I give this prize,
A token of loyalty to the end."
Flit the falter of the butterfly,
As he says unto the winged lord,
"Dear sparrow up high, I give this prize,
To show you've my honest word."
Flit the falter of the butterfly,
As he says unto his enemy,
"For my eight legged rival, with your sinister snare,
Might I ask to whom was your web prepared?"
And the spider, she smiled, with her serene vice,
As she said in her silky sweet voice,
"My dear butterfly, whatever do you mean?
This net that I wove is but the home of my choice."
Flit the falter of the butterfly,
Who neared the arachnid home.
Never was he seen among his so called friends,
For alas he had died alone.
-Morbid Seraphim
