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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required O' Butterfly, a child, disgraced Bewitched without a chance Beguiled, exquisitely endowed. Frail wings held no escape Such innocence would glaze her eyes, as gossamer might do He wooed her far astray with words, of promised wedded bliss Travail would kiss the purest heart, and weigh her soul with song ~ The season blossomed, softly charmed of spring and cultured lore But disarmed with hope of tender leaves of which the leaves were tongues His arms had warmed the coldest night, no stars to right the wrongs Tho' moon wore shadows of the sins conceived by western codes Her nature pure, as gentle rain, was as welcome as the sun Expressed in humble, reverent awe,...so eloquently sung A collector dressed in mock disguise…, without a thought or shame forgetful of her fragile ways, he caught her by surprise A uniform of chloroform, a smile that didn't warn A net, he held, along with schemes, a plot to win her hand then trapped her with a smile, a whim, a ruse of false intent With kisses spent, upon her cheek She flew into the bliss, with trust, a web of false retreat.... The deep abyss of love, she fell, her heart upon her sleeve His promises, with no repent, pretense, though, never spent Beneath the spell.....he said farewell, and kept the lies intact. With broken wings she could not fly Her eyes gazed out upon the seas Her voice cried out soliloquies But anguish left her there to die as if to find release Her heart impaled. The sword had won Grief had muted midnight's tongue while east winds echoed with her song… In death her song lives on ________________________________________________________ Inspired by the opera "Madame Butterfly"
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