night of the butterfly

Dark hideous night of the Sun that cries when gazes fall on what the wrong man has done must come face to face with wars man has won and remember the time he died in one.... It was the night of the butterfly. Millions of deathbeams glow overhead the man who died, wished he was dead his body was still, it was all in his head then he remembered what had to be said.... It was the night of the butterfly. The hideous throbbing of the pulsating heart is heard as hopes & dreams fall apart. His tounge is tight & his words are tart but noone at all can be that smart..... It was the night of the butterfly. Yards & yards of uneven green are stretched before the land & queen. The conqueror wins this ugly scene.... It is the night of the butterfly.