Butterfly

She was a beautiful maiden. Fair, elegant, and wise. Everybody wanted her for their own but she was out of grasp. A whirlwind of freedom, all eyes in awe. She danced among the flowers as if they were her grooms. She was magnificent in all her beauty, but no one could please her. She wasn’t happy. She was irritated, annoyed, and upset – she huffed and puffed, what could please this beauty, they asked. Until the day she breathed her last, what was all her life’s worth? Dancing and prancing – living in the moment, only to end up in death’s bed. What a poor butterfly, your beauty shan’t last – if only you were appeased by His Majesty, the king.