The Immortal Wings of 'The Monarch'

Beset in stone....
 Upon her throne
  'The Matriarch'
    Of the butterfly realm
       With Cellophane wings
         They hum as she sings
           Through the catacombs
             Her prevalence brings
               The  vibrating,.echoing of mandarin wings          

The highest of frequencies
In the deepest of rooms
The cryptic tombs
Where the Matriarch looms

Bewildered butterflies
Cringe and cower
As the queen of the colony
Shouts from her tower     

     Alas a moth...'The Black Witch', had flown
      Into the depths where the butterflies roam
       Causing confusion with entrancing illusion
        'The Black Witch' casts her spell
          Seeking out the chrysalis
           Where conspicuous cocoons dwell
A murmur of screams
Tumult the cave
Where thousands of butterflies
Shall eternally lay

'The Matriarch' struggles 
Will all of her might
But moths mighty magic
Has now claimed her life.

Immortal wings now overshadow her prey
As she hovers above the butterflies graves
Decadence dwells in the midst of her madness
Saturnine souls swell with their sadness

But absolute arrogance shall befall the dark moth
As 'The Monarch'....'The Queen' of all butterflies doth
Prevail, as alone her strength is akin
To 1000 horses and 1000 men

Without any warning, the 'Black Witch' was sent
Back to the surface where she forever spent
A life time eternal 
Her blackened wings bent
   Never to fly,
     Live or die.
       Again.

A big thank you to my friend Willy for this topic,
time to go nuts!! xo

Carey Milton