Desolate Bloom

Over and below, the butterfly did flutter by
Down the bright flower bent as if shy,
Hesitant to face the lovely eyes of the winged one.
"Pray! Look at me, O red one!"
Your petals call to me, your nectar sweet in scent
Open up to me; let me revel in your essence,
For nowhere else do I feel such unearthly pull
To taste, to relish and bask in your warm embrace."
"Tarry, O lovely one! Be wary; for 'tis a spell,
There's nought but grey behind this crimson;
And abyss beneath the nectary. Away, my love!
Hark not on this quest. Your loveliness
Lies beyond these petals."
Stubborn and spunky, the lovely wings
Swooped deep into the bosom of the crimson bloom.
Mist slowly formed on his face,
As she drank deep from him;
He trembled as she was wrecked with tremors
Feeling the gentle tug of life
As it ebbed away, limp and cold
She fell to the earth, poetic even in death.
"O woe betide! Paid you not heed
To my fervent prayers! She dies!
The incomplete picture, the unfinished song,
The unspoken word, the bated breath,
All stalled forever! Did I not warn you,
Behind the smile lies the evil glee;
There is mercury in this honey!
Now will I ever sojourn on this stalk
Waiting for the unshed tears!"