Butterfly

Not so easy to tame

Yet so visceral

You could almost cut the intention

With your keepers knife.

Strong in salacious intent

under the cover of darkness he knelt

Not on a knee, you fool

But on both.

Begging for the justice he thought he deserved

Crying for the mortal to understand

Yet there none there.

A noose placed around his neck

The necromancer hit the horse

Another fragile life comes to an end.

This is what you get

When you touch the wings

Of a butterfly.