Day 8 NaPoWriMo and its a Monday

I am not sure I like this but I tried to stay with the prompt.

 

Butterfly Lost

A butterfly lies tattered and torn crushed by a careless boy’s heel

He took no heed and paid no mind to the gentle beauty she brought

The butterfly once danced and twirled in the wind wearing a gown of black and teal

Now she lays on the ground never to dance again leaving the wind overwrought                                             

She was the last bit of beauty in a dark world and her loss made everyone reel

Gone now is all hope as the earth slowly fades and is left to die from a broken heart

The loss of one so innocent and pure by the actions of a careless boy

Who once danced and twirled, but now lay discarded like a broken toy