Two souls stood in crowded company

Alone

A fragile Butterfly

A pow'rful Storm

His being seemed dim, seemed to be made

            of wings a-tattered and colors fade

His body wavered, 'twas long past dead

            'twas strength of will, kept him instead

Such strength was borrowed from brothers' fate

            'twould keep him here, keep him awake

Still, barely he held his thin blade aloft

            the sturdy shield, he'd long since lost

But his opponent yet appeared unwearied

            her gaze of flame remained unhurried

As she raised her staff a final time

            summoning anew those waves of brine

And thunder roared and geysers leapt

            'till high above the two had met

And Butterfly, his head held high

            gave out his final cry

Spread his wings, and raised his sword

            and dashed headlong to kill a God

And so the wave and ground did meet

            crashing 'round the Sea God's feet

The water rushed away from shore

            and Butterfly...was no more

All were swallowed by the Storm

And one soul stood

Alone