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


The Riddle that is the cinquain


The Meeting

The man

Looks hard at her

She shivers in the dark

His hunger flicks  across his face

She sighs


OK this was a challenge, that I really enjoyed. I am not even sure I got this one 100% right. I did learn something today previous to this I had never heard of the style. I thought such a sexy sounding name needed a touch of heat so here you go I hope you enjoy it.