Born to Mourn... Again (Reincarnated)

Deep inside the cocoon's tomb

   The butterfly's womb

      The secret room.

An emptiness prepares to bare

   Where paper case tears

      Revealing her lair.

Right there and then,

two enormous cellophane wings

   Spring into fluttering form 

      Reborn, from the silken encased dorm.

Reincarnated, she flees from the orb

   Leaving behind 

      Caterpillars' kind.

For a hermits' home is not hard to find

   Stricken with strife 

      By the butterfly's knife.

Now an air-borne life is all she knows 

   Left all alone

      To roam the unknown. 

Alas nature's song remains unsung

   Reborn, forlorn 

      The chosen one.

Thus destiny decided on no remorse 

   Her final force

      Sent way off course.

Endorsed; this designated design.

   One day of existence 

      Was her time to resign.

And once those beautiful,

diaphanous wings

   Retired in flight

      Angels did sing.

Tragedy transpired into the end

   An eventual event

      Heaven sent.

And the butterfly's tomb,

   The secret room,

      Was once again, on the mend.

Sealing doom,

   Deemed to defend.

      THE END...