Butterfly

The end of the day

Brings needed relief

From the nightmare they all

Call reality

So she drifts off into the night

To visit her own reality

One of nightmares and magic

And the comforting tendrils of sleep

And she awakens there

To the end of the world

Clothed in a flowing white dress

Softer than silk

Glancing up she greets

Her flying steed

With huge vibrant wings

And soft butterfly eyes

Then the smoke turns her dress grey

And the wings begin to fade

And the flesh falls from her face

And she awakens to another day