Trapped Butterfly

Reflection in the same window,

Waiting for the night to come,

So that the moonlight can hide her shadow,

As she runs,

Raven colored dress and silky long hair,

Her skin is like starlight,

A black butterfly is tattooed behind her left ear; a mark of imprisonment,

She grabs her cotton cloak before running to the stone stairs,

Each tap reverberates across palace walls

Travelling like a ghost across these halls,

Her handlers are at a conference tonight,

This is her shot at freedom as she takes different passageways,

For years they have brainwashed and tortured her,

She finally was able to free her mind when she saw the moonlight,

The first time, many days ago,

Now she is running to get back her life,

The scent of pine fills her nose with fresh air,

Imprisoning warmth no longer restraining her,

As she finally makes it outside,

Holding her cloak closer to her body,

She continues to run,

Past the dark green trees and branches

Her feet burn as the twigs snap beneath her feet

The forest seems to be endless,

Moonlight glows brightly over her,

Time melts into nothingness,

Until she finds an opening,

Loud voices start echoing,

She gives it everything,

As she practically dives out of the woods,

And lands onto the cold road,

The woods behind her finally disappear,

Flying away the black butterfly departs from her skin

As she looks up to see nothing there

Just the golden sun rising

For the first time in years.