it landed harshly on the chain link fence, ocassionally opening and closing wings to a grave tempo, then freezing, it's strong legs clutching the fence for perhaps ten minutes.
'this beautiful creature has died' i thought.
i snapped my fingers to bring it back to life and the mourning cloak flew away.
"....that butterfly of those who die.
going around at night collecting souls to feed on, taking their bodies for food and their souls to ease the pain.
it's deep almost black light glows with our lost forgotten souls."
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