Oh little butterfly,
what beautiful patterns you carry.
Oh little butterfly,
how entrancing is your dance.
I am eclipsed by you.
Stick a pin through my little bodice,
For I have not deserved it, master.
I will save the last beat of my wings just for you.
My little butterfly,
show me the true meaning of beauty.
For my facade is barely enough to keep this ugly face hidden.
I can not help you, my master,
for my beauty is only skin deep.
The patterns of my wings hide me from my enemies,
but attract others like you.
Goddess of the wing,
I wish for your freedom.
For I am only as good as the next rotting corpse.
Let me gaze upon your beauty once more.
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