Borboleta weaves, as Man’s body cleaves, Schmetterling leaves as dead Man’s new form weaves, Papillon heaves as Man’s soul slowly leaves, Butterfly thieves, her love the monster thieves.

Black bat wings grim emerge, her blood he thieves, For Man now lost and for his soul she grieves, The monster he has become, with wrath, heaves!

Afraid of the beast, to his chest she cleaves,

Trapped, naïvely in tangled web she weaves, Teeth tear her wings and in anger he leaves.

Wings fall, and she bleeds as her lover leaves, Spitefully the bat demon, her freedom thieves, Imprisoned she lays, mortified she grieves.

Agonised mounds bleed and her sly chest heaves, Fairy, only to memory she cleaves,

Wailing her cries, her dark fate she weaves.

Mariposa, her own death shroud she weaves, Farfalla’s thirst fed, she cries as he leaves.

Borboleta’s misplaced trust sobs and heaves, Schmetterling lost Sting, but for Man she grieves. Papillon; Man’s demon’s victim thieves, Butterfly curls, knowing, to fate she cleaves.

Mariposa jumps, he returns, she cleaves,

Farfalla whispers, loving words she weaves, Borboleta begs, he bites, her soul leaves.

Schmetterling falls as her stained blood he thieves, Papillon cries, her wicked, marred soul grieves, Butterfly dies, his arrogant chest heaves.

Mockingly he heaves, to his breast she cleaves, Her evil soul leaves, his wicked plan weaves, Her life’s blood he thieves, mortified he grieves.