The Dragon and the Butterfly

The dragon scales across the moss,

tossing his painted tail.

Harnessing his fiery breath inside,

waiting to exhale.

The butterfly dips and flies along,

thoughtless of the beast.

Silently as the colour flies,

keeping it’s quiet beat.

Each his own destiny,

intertwines they remain.

Waiting unknowingly to be touched,

somehow they are stained.

Colour blends with fire,

as silence is consumed by noise.

One extinct without the other,

each remains as poised.

The dragon and the butterfly,

two as one unite.

Forever connected, forever apart,

together in their plight.

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