The Midnight Butterfly

Everything from before

Has come down to this

No longer is my heart capable

Of ignorance and bliss.

No, now I must contend

With this mess

I blindly and ignorantly

Left to cause distress

Chaos is what birthed me

And to which I should return

Even the blind can see

The hell that has been unearthed

Beings of old 

Desire to destroy

Life, love, beings of new

To destroy happiness and joy

Their dominion is what 

They desire to regain

To destroy what grew but

What could possibly remain

After darkness and evil

Are released again

What could stand against

Those willing to kill to win?

Power demands worship

And worship demands will

Love demands courtship

And cannot remain still

The old gods demand control

Control over free will

And will not stop killing

Until they have their fill

Merciless as they are

Bound in books they stay

The Necronomicon

And similar bonds delay

Any attacks they could

Bring upon life

If released, they would

Create unending pain and strife

So a choice was made

The first choice was made

And with that choice

A sacrificed was paid

A human soul

One so pure and just

Willed for new gods

To love and to trust

The new fought the old

And the new had won

But to restrain this wish

And all could be undone

What created the new

Was free will

And so very few

Could live and remain still

If chaos trumps choice

Then all is lost

We gave the gods a voice

And made a line we cannot cross

For if we destroy free will

We strangle our own voice

Our protectors will wain 

And the old shall rejoice

We strangle each other

Choose an opposing side

Incapable of balance

Driven by foolish pride

We silence each other

As the old gods regain their stride

If the old gods silence us

Then all good will die

We created the gods

And can protect ourselves

Just as we dream of mythical

Beings like the elves

Our will saved us and gave

Us stories to tell

And our souls are bound to choice

And are more powerful than any spell

Defy those who silence others

Less we lose to evil

Pull back the covers

Of those who are deceitful

Protect free will 

And our right to a voice

Allow every being

To make their own choice

The gods guard the protector

Of freedom and will

And guard it’s wings they do

For the role it shall fulfill

Protect our free will

Protect our powerful voice

Guard the Midnight Butterfly

The guardian of free will and choice.