The butterfly and flower danced around atop a hill.
And the flower didn't mind when she fled.
And the Flower didn't listen when the bee told him so
So the bee ignores the flowers's pollen; Whoops! The flower's dead.

Rodents scurry frantically while waiting for the choice
as the two serpents stare down at the rats' lives end.
The breadwinning leaves to hunt for his darling, but little does he
know.
His poor serpent lover's already been fed.

Two forestals, both fury flies, unmatched set fire to souls.
One blazing fires, the other hallowed still.
Oh Master Purity, do tell us, which serpent rests faithful?
Which is the bee that feeds you on that hill?

Oh master, hold us to our pride.
But which- which of us lies?

- Tarinn Lee Demira, Starts fires









Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ios, in the year 216 MA.