The K Factor

Through the night sky she moves, as the butterfly, 

beauty without poise, No flourish, no act acted, yet eyes upward dart, 

and hearts forward race. crazed senses, a manic madness upon all

thrown, and down deep down they feel it grow. 

Those all around, I see it, some sickness in their heads anew, 

logic abandoned and sense held back, for now they see her, 

only her they see before them, toxic, magic so dark its night engulfs them, 

know her they must, have her, they will it so strong. 

The grace of her dance, her flutter through their dark lives, bewitching all with its beauty, 

but catch her they cannot, sweated brow and grasping hands jumping and clawing the sky, 

too high she flies for them, their clumsy advance nothing but passing shadows on the dirt. 

For only the finest flower in the sweetest meadow will she adorn, when the sun rises and the darkness is gone.