Butterfly flutters wings of freedom;
Crucifers revived in earth's fifth season;
Until he rears his frost withered head,
false hopes outweigh a blatant demon.

Deviates the grain through which he's bred,
sleeping atop his stone layered bed;
Replenished in earth's forgotten spring,
finds slumber amidst her last words said.

Melodized enigmas the crow sings,
perched upon an angel's broken wing;
Gaining courage through his biggest fear,
prying heaven's vaulted opening.

Dead child rebirthed through a mother's tear,
abloom the thirteenth month of the year;
Moss covered mental walls etched with you;
Mournful illness is one never cured.