The butterflies are coming back,
And there’s nothing you can do.
They mark the end of your dictation
Oh “protectors.”

You told me that you were my “guardians,”
Always there to show me the light.
But all you’ve done is try to push me
Into the darkness,
Take way my happiness,
Control everything I have.

But no longer will I endure such strife.
Dawning my sword and shield,
I will protect myself, and Her
From you.

Your talons can’t touch me anymore,
Your blade can do no more damage
I belong to Her now,
Heart and Essence.

The butterflies mark
The recognition of Her heart
Becoming one with mine.

Our garden grows,
And you can’t destroy the blossoms
Nor seedlings.

The butterflies mark
The end, for you.
But also mark the
Auspicious beginning, for us.