Τρίτη 12 Ιανουαρίου 2010

Butterfly

A spider web and it's me in the middle,


So I twist and turn,

Here am I in my little bubble...

(Coldplay)



This is the story of Butterfly

She was small and colourful

She liked to play

And all the flowers were her friends

She was happy in her pretty little world

One day she decided to try something new

She left back all her friends and set off for her journey

For days she wondered

Everything was so different outside her little world

People weren't as nice to her

She started missing her friends

But she couldn't go back

This journey she had to undergo

When she started something she had to finish it

And that she had to do

For days she wondered

And she one day she met Mary the Spider

She was kind and fun to be around

Finally!

Mary was everything a friend should be

She knew she had found her place

It was just like when she was with her old friends

The ones she left behind

Mary took her to knew places

Buttefly loved her company

One day Mary invited Butterfly

To her house

In the cave behind the tree

Just a few yards from the entance she had said

And so she went

She was so excited

It was the first time she went there

She had a little trouble finding it in the dark

That's how spiders like it,she thought

When she got there Mary greeted her

And showed her around

She offered her a seat and treated her some tea

Buttefly sat and drank

And as she was drinking she noticed

In the far corner of the kitchen

Lied one of her sisters ( a butterfly)

She looked down and realised

She was stuck on a web

She tried to talk but words wouldn't come out right

Mary looked at her

She smiled and then laughed

Not her usual laugh,but an evil one

She had an ominous look

Hunger

Butterfly paniced

Why didn't she see that coming?

How did she let that happen?

But it was too late

Mary was sharpening her fangs

Poison dripped to the floor

She moved towards Butterfly

And she knew then

Her pretty life,her little bubble

Her friends,her flowers

They were part of a world

So small,so ignorant

They real world was infront of her

About to mangle her

A tear rolled down her wings

And then she slipped into oblivion

Butterfly was no more

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