Under the ground
you lie in your bed
of satin sheets
crimson red.

Unheard cries
screech above ground
in the air, on the breeze
heard the world round.

Panic arrives
on every door step
no direction no purpose
yet the people wepped.

For your undoing soul
poorly written
managed by the best
yet twice bitten.

You scream
you bulk
yet you fear
only those who loved you
tread near.

But never do they fashion
for your soul to scream
you were the most beautiful butterfly
the world had ever seen.