Painted Lady

This beauty emerged out of the sanity of paradise
An angel of waterfalls parallel to parasites
Her attraction was the inhale of a red rose
Who’d obtain the scent raid of your nose
With desiring impulses dwelling while she rest
Her loneliness produces flusters heartbeats in her chest

By the caress of the Painted Lady’s pelts
Drives your fervor incites too melts
Mature her essences above the scales
With the dying dust from her wings pales
The dust of her skin dies the youth of her soul
New forms turn this girl into a woman of old

The eyes glanced at the wings captured by the Emperor
Her feet tread heavily into the soil, arising a tiny temper
With her allure of magnetism, he resolute to proceed,
Toward her area advocating her rather in need
Assisting her to solve her troubles devoid of using anger
She considered content conversing with a stranger

Once a lovely caterpillar, now a gorgeous butterfly
Whose adolescence of turmoil and terror, have floated upstream and die
Encountered the inferno of a volcano, the ashes in the sea
His forsaken companion has no signs in his evolvement of a demon he be
Those staunch fidelity clauses, he now refuse prolonged adhere to
Held spellbound with tenderness of pleasantry in soothing tears flew

Flee with me on the flight of fancy with lurid
The faces of astonish once they discover what you did