Butterfly.

 
 
Beautiful. That was his description.
 
A skeletal warrior, built for destruction.
 
His smile enamored me,
 
Majestic, he moved effortlessly.
 
May I appoint him as my first love,
 
My best friend, keeper of my trust.
 
Surrounded in darkness, he protected me,
 
Showed me, I was more than they said, I’d be.
 
Yet, he never once, saw his own beauty,
 
Ah, alas, perhaps that’s the purpose of a butterfly,
 
Seeing every compliment, as a lie.
 
That same, challenging look, always in their eyes.  
 
Striving for more, walking a thin line.  
 
A creature so heavenly, they’re divine.  
 
My dearest butterfly, your time was cut short,
 
but with your pleasant memory in mind, I move forth.
 
 
("Obsidian Butterfly") was a fearsome skeletal warrior god(dess) who ruled over the paradise world of Tamoanchan, the paradise of victims of infant mortality and the place identified as where humans were created.