A butterfly flutters its wings, a soft change in the wind

Time stops not for me, or for any who contend

The ripple touches a tree, but to what is its end

Antagonist unknown as the plot to whom listens

A leaf falls, yet green as the life it enthralls

Lightning soon follows, to the tree, earth calls

Harbored within rotten, shade of discourse

It soon decomposes, the breeze moved on.

The birth of a forgotten child, female, tossed to the world

Her first breath absorbed, taints her soul

Soon incubates inside, for jade fathoms the girl

Her last retort of deceptive talk, residual.

The deep breath received, the now quaint young man

Exhaled, all is left is his reluctant stand

Loads up the double barrel, signs off his letter and

A loud boom, then smoke exits the window, struck again.

The ripple searches, stronger in tune the plot thickens

Across the oceans, in varied angles it quickens

Upon its quake, people breathing in the famine

Many fall breathless; can you see what’s happening?

For the dark shroud follows this wanton air

Started from beauty then birth of despair

Such war remains, the sick and dead don’t care

The red, black, and pale horse, lie in this Zephyr.

Then a fist, stunned frozen the mist in manifest

The tryst of three horses resists this conquest

As the white cloud, releases its bow, sent pierced

Strikes down the wanton air, now diminished.

Apocalypse now, apocalypse now finished

Consumed by War, Famine and Death..Victory ends this.