Lepidoptera TristisLepidoptera Tristis5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, how atrocious Fate must be
To allow this stygian event to pass.
What god would suffer
Such a horrid affair to occur?
As if the loss of our angel,
Whose thread of gold that is life
So ruthlessly severed by the abhorred shears
Of the pallid, relentless Atropos,
Was not punishment enough.
Tell us, oh Holy Father,
With what have we earned this castigation?
What heavy sins of ours incited
This scourging of our hearts and souls?
Where perished Thy love for us,
Whom you created in Thy image?
Why did my sullen butterfly deserve
To emerge from her cocoon of death,
In the form of a demonic spawn
From the darkest pits of Hell?
She should have been at peace,
A sleeping beauty,
Until the trumpets of Judgment day
Disturbed her serene slumber.
That mild and frail being,
That beautiful butterfly,
She should have remained dead,
Left to rest in peace
Until the seventh angel sounds the trumpet,
And awakes her from the nightmare
That is death.
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