Not here to stay

The crimson flower offered its shoulder

while you, the butterfly pass by

You knew you're not here to stay

Yet its color catches your eye.

 The thorn warned the flower,'Psst,'Do not attach,

For a butterfly cannot mend its ways

A momentary presence is all you will get

before the butterfly takes flight away.

The flower blushes on, in denial,

With its every petal, and ignorant chaste

The butterfly, enraptured and tantalized

feeds on the flowers sweet taste

It hovers around longer than usual

making the flower convinced indeed

For what the butterfly itself lacked,

the flower knew: It fills complete

And thus the flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You are not here to stay.

'For that #!%$ transient butterfly!!',

the thorn fumed

But why?

You are not here to stay

Then soon of course, comes a time

When true to its nature 

the butterfly ups and leaves

in search of other flowers;

to hover,

to attach,

to feed.

And yet
The flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You were not here to stay,

Regardless of a predicament that is doomed

Even when you are not here to stay.

A furry angel,the savage beast and the undefined

 

He towered over them. Savagely, looking wild and yet so hurt…

His eyes, the shade of dark red, were seething. Emanating a dull fervour of ferociousness and something that wasnt just hunger, anger, lust or anything else.

She stayed put, pinned to the ground, trembling as she watched him rip the men apart.

The human instinct in her should have been horrified and appalled at his reckless, scary demeanour as his eyes met hers. And she was. 
She was terrified to the core..  But more from the reasons that may have made him like this...

She  should have stopped.

She should have run for her life while she still could..

But when has "should" made sense in love?

She should have… but she couldn’t.

She couldn't leave.

She couldn't leave him there alone.

Amidst the raw, displaced acts of treachery he exuded..She could sense the flicker of confusion on his face.

Almost as if he was tired of himself, tired of his nature, tired of his cruelty.

He was hurt, she could tell and so was she.. only, she would probably be his next victim of redemption once he was through with them. Yet she had the urge touch his hurt face and take away the pain that flowed like craters on the moon..

And as their faces came closer, his teeth snared, unapologetic, while her eyes widened in fear.. and a strong bout of absolute tenderness..

And just seconds away from a probable gruesome death… it dawned on her… This wasn't the fear of him.. it was the fear of not fearing him. 
Not fearing her death, if it meant his life. 
If it meant his redemption. 
If it meant his healing.

Only time would tell what this beast really wanted.

What he really was. 

But as of that very second, he was her undoing.