Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
The Butterfly and The Web of Wyrd
Fly go fly,
The blue butterfly.
Fluttering low and high,
Oblivious to the trap of demise.
Why oh why?
Why does the butterfly cry?
If only it had veered.
But now it's trapped in the Web of Wyrd.
The blue butterfly.
Fluttering low and high,
Oblivious to the trap of demise.
Why oh why?
Why does the butterfly cry?
If only it had veered.
But now it's trapped in the Web of Wyrd.