Once free, the butterfly embraced the beauty, The beauty the world had to offer. The butterfly fluttered amongst the trees and people, Blind to the beast ahead. She followed wherever the wind would take her And basked in the glorious sunshine. The world wanted a closer look at her so it grabbed her and pulled her in. She flitted and fluttered but she was ensnared in its trap. So delicate, so fragile. Her wings ripped and torn apart. Now bound to suffer forever, for she would never grow her wings again. Tortured, maimed, disgraced. Once awed by its beauty, now imprisoned by its ugliness. The world is a cruel, cruel place.