Haunted

The girl stood alone by the lake waters of black,
Her ebony hair flowed gracefully,
A wicked smile placed on her pale dead face,
The sight of the crimson butterfly made her want to touch it.

The voices in her head told her to grab for it,
Told her to place it in her palm and trap it between her fingers,
Tears brink at the edge of her eyes,
Her soul crying out for bliss,
Losing the one she cared dear about,
Left her tainted, broken, left with questions,
Captured her in a world of being numb but also hurt.

Finally her bony hand reached out for it,
Grabbing it by it's wings,
With little might,
She tore the helpless creature's red wings off,
If it could scream,
She swore she could hear it pleading for mercy.

She only laughed darkly,
She told it,
Life is not fair,
That her lover was took from her side,
Right when she found her world,
That evil little beings,
Took him, Broke him, Tore out his heart,
Now that only leaves her with a bleeding fractured soul,
That it left her with thousands of faces to find,
To have revenge on them for the mistake they made,
She told the dying creature in her hand,
That it will die as slowly as she did,
And it's heart will beat on no more.