fly, pretty butterfly

Light catches butterflies; As they fall for it's charm blindly magnetized; Delighted by it's sight; They collide into a dance; Swaying with the rays of light; Giving life one more chance; Twirling and swaying trough the night; Delighted as they go on with their flow; Yet, little did they know; The light they rush towards with empty desire; May as well be the burning flames of fire; Ignorant to whether it's a matter of life or death; Whether it'll grant safety or take their last breath; They keep swaying at nature's melody; Getting caught and traped by it's notes and symphony; Until they vanish into a hazy memory.