She stays in the shadows
But she's not afraid of the dark
The soft flitter of wings surround her
Her steps go almost un-detected
Who she is, is a mystery
Her presence ever commanding
Does she speak...
To very rare few
Her trust is frayed
Forever broken
Her scars are hidden
But forever present
Her eyes they see through you
Her soul is as gentle as can be
Dare you venture to approach
Or just watch from afar
Serina is her name
Some would say desire is the game
However, that is not the case
Look beyond the mystery
Into her eyes
Do you care to actually look and see
What is beneath the flitter of butterfly wings.