butterfly blood

i looked at the sun and saw----                                                                I looked at the moon and saw----
it was the color of butterfly blood                                                     my reflection, 'neath the craters
 its winged rays sadly pulsated through                                     ashen as the eyebrows of Hades,
   the humid, frigid cumulonimbus bunch             *                pondering the souls, on his
          of suspended ice particles, attempting                        throne of bones. i would receive
               to dance in the air, but to no satisfaction.  no satisfaction, from glaring at my winter's  
          and then from the clouds i see dead                           hell. as i stand on the moon i wonder why, a                  
    souls of butterflies, falling, falling hard                             soul can be so possessed, as to maim, this 
  they look like frozen pearls, hailing                                           luminescent sphere, with violent blows
with ferocity of enemy arrows.                                                         to create these craters of defacement.


-Pamplemousse