The Lunar Butterfly

The Lunar Butterfly: A Nocturnal Waltz

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In the shadowed glades where moonlight weaves its silver threads, a butterfly defies the sun’s garish blaze, seeking instead the pale embrace of the lunar glow — a creature born of dusk, dancing with black cats and bats. This poem captures the butterfly’s nocturnal yearning, a delicate specter in a world of velvet darkness, where the night unfolds its wings in eternal mystery.

The Lunar Butterfly 

Beneath the sun’s harsh glare, I wilt, a fragile wraith,

Its golden chains too bright, a searing, cruel bath,

I flee the day’s cruel light, my wings of sea foam dust,

To seek the moon’s soft kiss, in shadows I trust. 

With black cats’ silent tread and bats in spiraled flight,

I dance beneath the stars, a butterfly of night,

Through mist that cloaks the pines, where whispers softly creep,

My lunar waltz unfolds, in darkness, I find sleep. 

A graveyard’s ivy clings, where tombstones gleam with frost,

I sip from midnight blooms, their nectar never lost,

No dawn shall claim my soul, no sun shall burn my sight,

For I’m the lunar moth, eternal in the night. 

By:  Your Ghostly Guide, The Keeper of Gothic Dust Diaries with whispers from Grok of xAI

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