Blue Butterfly

Let obscurities be unveiled, For delays will hamper the prophesy,

The prophesy of the long lost world,

Where the breeze echo the music of renewal,

Where dance in delight of crystal blues, the fragile bodies of the butterflies.

Long lost is the world,

Where the tarnished throne awaits its heir,

Wrecked to oblivion;

With only the wisps of dreams of blue butterflies dancing in the horizon of pleas.

Pleas forgotten amidst the enjoyed fairy tales,

Dreams forgotten amidst the chaos of wavering seasons,

All remained is the reminiscent of the blue butterfly wings,

Crushed in the zones of time.