Butterfly.
But that’s quite broad.
Appias Lyncida.
But you’re so much more.
Are your Pieridae proud;
or are they disappointed that you left your homeland?
Then again, you can’t help that you prefer wet and windy highlands, who knows why.
Maybe it’s the well-watered trees and bushes,
but then again, why fly from those alluring jungle clearings that you love so much.
Your beauty deserves the best.
Those yellow and white wings, lined with a chocolate-brown border,
you are the definition of beautiful.
You deserve the Verbena flowers that you do so much desire.
But now you’re gone.
You’re only observed in a pokey little box.
You still have the looks, but they’re fake.
Your smell repulses its surroundings, and a single touch could kill.
You no longer thrive through the lakes and rivers of rainy mountains.
You lie silently in a pit of your own stench.
- Tirion
