Over roads unknown
on wings of air
a crimson butterfly marks my death.
In a sleepy town
the cold night air
dances to every breath.
It knows I’m here
and I know it’s there
its followed me from birth.
I walk this street
till the crossroads meet
it’s home upon this earth.
When a body dies
its soul goes on
but what if it dies too?
Where does it go
when fate decides
it’s done, its time is due.
So I walk on
this unlit road
towards distant lands obscure.
What will I say
when I meet it there
I’m oh so very unsure.