My Butterfly came from a Twilight Wood
and She took the wind, She took the wind
and She took the Evening too
For in the Night where Dewdrops have a name
and they drop from the Belladonna giving each drop it's own name
and Your name shall be Morning Star
You are the next in Council
and suffer a Fallen Scar
and Your name shall be "Of Serpent"!
You gave Intelligence and brought Light
To My Butterfly
Fly now, when Autumn brings the cold
and take the wind, take the wind to a Grave of Violet Gold
For this day, this threshold of Your Love
I'll cut Your Wings, I'll cut Your Wings and I'll save them in a Book!