Butterfly wings painted
Across her eyes.
They glittered orange,
Outlined in lime green.
Her bright blue eyes
Stood out shining
As her white-blonde hair
Fell into her face.
He saw her at the party.
She was the faerie
At the costume party
But no one else
Was in costume.
Her fingers fluttered
Through her hair
As she smoothed it back,
Showering her friends with
Green and magenta glitter.
They smiled up at her,
Asking her for more of her faerie dust,
As if by her magic,
She would shed her beauty
Onto them.
He was captivated
By the tones of her voice.
She was singing
But she was talking
About what she would do
Next weekend.
Butterfly patterns
Painted on her skin.
They were meant to hide,
Meant to protect.
Her crystal eyes held secrets.
Upon first glance
You would think
That you could see right through her,
Through her eyes
But her eyes were opaque.
Her hair held the light,
Absorbing it.
Seemingly drawing in radiance
From everything around her.
She turned sharply
At the mention of her name.
Her spell was broken,
Now he knew her name.
Her mystery was shattered.
Light seeped back
Into living things.
Her luminescence was gone
Her skin paled
And she was left
With butterfly wings
That could no longer protect.
 
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