Corpse of a butterfly, so delicate and frail
Dimmed rusted wings and blistered fails
Undergoing four life stages this is now you
Dead, decayed, withered and true
Oh such a sweet and vile end to thee
Preyed upon, stomped upon by creatures like me
Look now where your leftovers remain
Decayed bones and rusted flesh scattered in bane
Egg, Larva, pupa, Imago that was once you
Graceful wings, colours, patterns anew
But now look where thee has met it’s end
Slain and buried in my backyard my friend
Dimmed rusted wings and blistered fails
Undergoing four life stages this is now you
Dead, decayed, withered and true
Oh such a sweet and vile end to thee
Preyed upon, stomped upon by creatures like me
Look now where your leftovers remain
Decayed bones and rusted flesh scattered in bane
Egg, Larva, pupa, Imago that was once you
Graceful wings, colours, patterns anew
But now look where thee has met it’s end
Slain and buried in my backyard my friend
Adding your comment:
Especially if you're only 18 
the descriptions are great. the ending is sad, but I feel like the last stanza doesn't really give the author anything new to read about. on the other hand, it's a pretty ironic thing to write about, a beautiful creature, so harmless, and yet nature has placed a death date on it. thank you for entering!
