Path of a Butterfly

There was,once,a child alone,
Shy and weird,with future unknown.
Nobody liked him,no-one at all,
I don't know why,but he was so small.

He had no mother,for she died giving birth,
To her only son,than left the Earth.
He had no father,for he didn't care,
he left with the hookers,of his son unaware.

Yet alone he crawled,through this crazy world,
With big brown eyes and hair curled.
Young he was,but he wandered why?
Until one night he saw a butterfly.

Glowing in the dark,dancing through the air,
It spoke to the child, "Do not despair".
"For there is one angel,you must find",
"She'll show you the path,with her hart kind."

"But to find her you must,travel abroad",
"You'll meet many people,most of them fraud".
"But strong you must be,don't fear the wrong"
"Fight with your heart out,to find where you belong."

With zig-zag of wings,Butterfly disappeared,
Leaving few faint sparks,and a feeling weird.
But as odd as it seems,it made perfect sense,
To the little boy,it left a feeling intense.

"An angel I must find,she'll make me complete",
"I'll fight the whole world,who wants my defeat!"
With mind set on happiness,child stood up strong,
Took all his belongings and went on journey long.

But his quest was so hard,for he was so small,
Bad people stole his belongings,they took it all.
Stripped him of his clothes,threw him in the mud,
Beat him with the sticks,they enjoyed in his blood.

They made him work hard,on cold wind and rain,
They denied his freedom with a heavy chain.
Dressed him in scraps,fed him water and old bread,
They were sucking his soul out,giving nothing instead.

Little Child cried alone,in moldy old stall,
Praying for his life,with prayers he recall.
Skinnier he became,weaker and pale,
He got very sick,he became so frail.

They sucked out all his life,left an empty shell,
Threw him out dying,when the first snow fell.
Child crawled on all four,through the freezing snow,
Away from the people,his heartbeat so slow.

He creeped up to the forest,from all far away,
He couldn't feel his arms now,they became gray,
he tried to cry,but tears just froze,
They fell in the snow,by his chilblained toes.

He tried to call out,for the butterfly to come,
To ask it what of him,would become.
He lost all hope,when the night has fell,
He'd sure be eaten by creatures,in forest that dwell.

Expecting his death,he started to sing,
a lullaby he heard,working last spring.
A rhapsody of an angel,warm and so kind,
Dedicated to an angel he couldn't find.

He became sleepy,he felt pain no more,
He felt happiness like once before.
In his dream he saw,a sparkle in the night,
A Butterfly dance, a glow becoming bright.

A lullaby he hear,the one he sang not long ago,
An angel flew from the darkness,caressing the snow.
A vision of beauty,all blinding with grace,
Kneeling next to the child,diving into his embrace.

Wanting this warmth,this love he was seeking for,
he felt he has found it,he's not trying anymore.
He stood up holding angel's hand,looking in her eyes,
They both lift from the ground,leaving the world he despise.

He died in his sleep,with smile on his face,
Leaned on some tree,in some abandoned place.
He died all alone,as he has always been,
Dreaming of an angel and butterfly within...