The Butterfly's Lament

Night falls,

swallowing all.

Nocturnal spiders spin

webs of delicate silver silk,

their soft whispering legs

brushing over smooth skin.

Eyelashes flutter shut

and sleep

leads the way,

beckoning dreams to follow.

 

Spiders spin dream catcher webs.

Somewhere out there

a fragile soul wanders,

searching for a little bit of solace.

Her butterfly wings alight

on a gentle night breeze.

Silver flashes in

the mellow cover of moonlight.

The spiders beckon her closer.

 

Night has fallen,

releasing creatures from

the cage of day.

Singing crickets rejoice

in repeated refrains of “cir-ree!”

The spiders spin amongst

the branches of an ancient oak.

They wait to prey on dreams

and lost souls.

 

Spiders spin silver threads.

Somewhere out there

a lost soul tries to find her way.

The spiders hide in

the cool shadows of leaves,

waiting for her.

They know she comes

from the purple shimmers

in the mellow moonlight.

 

Night falls on

tired day creatures.

It unlocks the sleep

they longed for so long.

The sleeping day creatures

are not aware of

the trailing swallow-tails

of lost souls lingering

about dream catcher webs.

 

Spiders spin enticing lies.

Somewhere close there

the lost soul lands on

a silver-threaded dream catcher web.

She takes an instinctive breath,

absorbing the haunting beauty

of the sparkling web.

Behind the lost butterfly soul,

a spider, alerted by her

gentle vibrations, moves in.

 

Night falls but

remains lit by

flickering diamond stars

and a painfully marred full moon.

The night holds its breath

as the spider pounces

on the unfortunate soul.

Its teeth sink into the

soft body of the soul;

its legs tear

the soul’s violet wings.

The soul is torn to tatters.

 

Spiders spin and spin and spin,

ignoring the cry

of a lost soul butterfly.

They feed on dreams

and suck delicious life

and leech soul warmth.

The vampires of the night

weave exhilarating webs

to draw in the most gullible creatures.

 

The lost soul butterfly cries

and cries and cries

for someone who loves her,

someone who cares.

Her heart burns with

calming tears.

Her words grow softer,

halting their echo into the night.

The butterfly’s lament is lost

in her death.

Author's Note

I have always loved butterflies. Ever since I read the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche, butterflies have intrigued me even more. Another favorite is Arachne's story. I don't particularly like spiders (they're creepy!), but they are somewhat fascinating. Psyche was the goddess of the soul, originally a beautiful mortal changed into a goddess. The butterfly represents the soul and the mind.

Reviews

[PyroKitty24]

Wow this was very well written and thought out. I really did enjoy reading it~I know I never could have came up with such a thing

[Kiri Nells]

This is another amazing poem coming from a very talented artist. I love the imagery, it's simply beautiful!! Great write :) I am very much enjoying your work. 100/100

[honeyleens]

Spiders spin dream catcher webs.
Somewhere out there
a fragile soul wanders,
searching for a little bit of solace.

I really liked the constant weaving of a story between the spider and the butterfly, slowly drawing the reader in and giving a little more of the story. It is a lovely use of metaphor/allegory to describe the loss of a soul.

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Somewhere out there
a fragile soul wanders,
searching for a little bit of solace.

This is a wonderful set of lines here, yes butterflies are amazing.
I really enjoyed your write, such a delite to read.