I put it up on Gaia Online and honestly hardly anybody that can critique decently ever responds so I decided to put this poem up here. Fatal Flight So the butterflies start Their graceful dancing as Two combine into one, United in the field Why do they dance in pairs? Why can't they be alone? Do they know well of how Little time Fate gives them? All seek to end their waltz, The rose's venomous Vines ensnaring those who Flutter too aimlessly Some getting lost in the Dark Forest's dense flora, Doomed to merely become Rotting petals in her Why do they put their wings To capricious Fate's whim? Why can they not resist Being with each other? Why do we dance in pairs? Why can't we be alone? Do we feel well this dun Desperation also? If any affection Rests in that dim bosom, Hide it not, for my mere Dubiety may end me Commence the fatal flight, 'Til death do we fly on, May our fatal meeting Intertwine our demise.