A butterfly crawls from muted depths,
from a silent mouth, in frozen night.
In shadowed peace, where fears lie sleeping,
it found its way into the light.
A heavy breath hangs lost, suspended,
in nets of silence, cold and tight.
But slowly, paths long trapped in quiet
release the fear, leave pain washed white.
A skull upon such fragile wings
bears words that break from stifled stillness.
It moves through walls of blackened dreams,
a gentle call that whispers storm.
