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Winged Demons

Butterflies are such vile, deceptive creatures
Filling us with promises of happiness and hope

But I know their true nature, what lies beneath
Evil that waits, striking when our guard is down

Go ahead and laugh, I know of what I speak
Covered in ugly scars gouged by their thorns

Sure I was once like you, young and innocent
Deceived by their fluttering beauty, a fool

Trying to catch them like a little schoolboy
I so often let my guard down and became smitten

But no returned love, no happily ever after
Never did they light and land on my shoulder

Instead they whispered in my ear while I slept
Telling me to start my own collection

Pretty young girls, ripe, but untouched
Till I carved the melon open, scarlet pulp

But then I was captured, locked behind glass
A prized piece in someone elseís proud display case

But Iíve plotting my sweet, patient revenge
Planting it decades ago, till this year it thrived

Thereís a butterfly bush outside my barred window
Around which they flutter all about, a clever trap

But I do so enjoy it when the birds swoop in
Devouring the spawn in their hungry beaks

So go ahead, take notes, shake your head
Then send in the men with the meshed nets
Written by LeColonel
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