Crimson Butterfly
A white pair of wings flits by softly
Passing valleys, streams and rivers wide
Resting on flower beds, bushes and trees lazily
In and out of beautiful petals it hides
A picture of serenity we behold
Of a white butterfly passing by
But something is about to happen
To wreck havoc in this peaceful world
A sound is heard in the distance
The only sound which breaks the silence
A fast-moving object whizzes through the air
As a small sharp bolt moves intently on its target
Then suddenly, the butterfly stops in midair
And falls to the ground slowly
It lies on the ground with wings outstretched
And a silent cry echoes through the woods.
Unexpectedly blood gushes out of its frail being
Leaving its white wings stained
Bloody crimson on pure white, a sharp contrast
A lifeless creature soon to be forgotten.
Soon after, a thunder resounds
And soft raindrops fall on the earth
Cleansing the earth, leaving it pure again
And hoping for a better future

Author's Note : It actually took me almost 2 months to come up with this
poem. Saw the phrase "Crimson Butterfly" from a game and started
formulating the whole thing before actually writing it down.
Obviously it isn't really about a butterfly. Its more of a portrayal of a
helpless person. Like children being abused, rape like that
who are innocent but are hurt by someone else.