Treasure Island

Adeoye Adetoba


The Wing Story


I'm a butterfly and a bee.
I'm not two but one i'm to be.
The fluttering of my wings
With radiance, beauty rings.
Endeared to nature's harmony and peace,
Never once turned a shred apiece.
My simplicity evokes sympathy from all
Yet my frailty defies the expected fall.
I like to end there
But my story doesn't end there.

The buzzing of my wings
The songs of war it sings.
Intrusion into my hive
Leaves the intruder dead by five.
No friends, but foes i see,
And tears abound like the sea
I channel out of the antagonist
With my ever role as the protagonist.
My story ends here
But i don't like ending here.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 23, 2012

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