Your machine is powerful
Certainly a work of art
Remembered by all those who see you
as soon as the magic starts
Majestic colors and vivid hues
Catching even the most distracted eyes
Placing each on you
Your strong enough to soar
And bold enough to fly
Content enough to land on a flower nearby
They all want to hold you
In their glory and pride
Not knowing how terribly fragile you are inside
Fingers are poison to your skin
You flutter and try to escape
As they stroke your wings securing your fate
Your body slows
and your wings are broken
the breath of your life falls away
the very thing they have stolen
My Seryniti 