The butterfly & the Caterpillar
A day came, a birth a tiny egg among many fertilized. The Magic of natures blessing passed onto a small, still yet un developed individual. Months Pasts and he emerged drawn forth from his mother. A Caterpillar his life begun a new, but with out direction. His only lot in life to eat and move from leaf to leaf grazing on the green foliage.
But he witnessed the beauty and grace of the butterfly, and longed to be as beautiful as she. Gliding effortlessly on the wind coming to gentle rest on beautiful flowers and kissing the due of the morning. She was all he wished to be.
Yet on the plant did he sit grazing himself fat rejecting his image not willing to look into a drop of due for fear of the reflection that hurt his very soul to the deepest recesses of his heart. For each time he would gaze into the mirror like surface of a due drop. His ugly face and fat long body would stare back at him reminding him that he was not the butterfly at all but some ugly worthless creature that had no place among the wonders and beauty that surrounded him.
His heart sank his desire to be the butterfly so great. His heart being that of a butterfly but his body slug like. With out beauty, fat with only one purpose. To graze on the leafs and destroy the plants on which he feeds.
Self loathing filled his demented heart, hatred for what god or nature had rendered in his creation! Desperately he looked around him casting from creature to creature searching for some logic.
In his sisters he saw the grace and beauty he so desired. Each time they would spread they're wings and glide about the sky with ease and grace, of which he had none.
He would look at those younger then him, the children of his beautiful sisters. One a butterfly the other a caterpillar but not a bland fat Caterpillar but a colour full and vivid caterpillar. It's skin covered with fine multi colored hair black with red and yellow dots. It's life not meaningless but with purpose.
How he could exist was beyond his own imaginings. It seemed as though God and nature had purposely combined they're malice to create a caldron filled with the foulest of things then placed an incantation on the putrid stuff to creating him.
What a cruel joke has been played on me he would think. My very appearance a tragedy and a torture to my mind. How could god and nature be so cruel and heartless to allow such a travesty?
In the Hights of his depression he created for himself and escape. Forming a cocoon, creating a safe shell for him to hide his ugliness away from the world.
He crawled into it and waited for death to send the reaper to take him away.
Time passed and he lay in his cocoon dreaming of the butterfly. In his mind he became her so graceful so wondrous, beautiful. So after a long time he emerged from his cocoon, shedding the shell and opening his eyes to the light.
To his horror and amazement he found pain on his back he twisted to see what was causing this pain and saw small wings had begun to form. He looked to his body expecting to see the fat ugly green skinned slug and was faced with a soft smooth skin the color and texture of cream. He rant to a drop of due and in it he saw a young butterfly so pretty and he rejoiced! I am her that I wished so desperately to be!
When from over head a voice cried out.
"Ahhhrgg! What have you done?!!!!!!!! "
He looked and to his shock above him floating effortless on gossamer wings was his sister.
"You! What have you done to my brother?"
She spat in a most venomous voice. The newly formed butterfly said.
"It's me I have become what I always wished to be. I am your sister and I love you."
Yet the hovering butterfly looked down from her vantage and said.
"You are not my brother, you are not the one whom I remember at all! You have stolen from me all that I could remember of my brother. You have murdered the brother I loved and you most certainly are not my sister!"
The sister butterfly then said.
"Go away from me what you have mutated into offends me to the core, you killed my brother!"
A new pain then opened in the heart of the newly formed and fragile butterfly. She had begun to become her dream, she had become her desire and in so doing fulfilled her life desire. But the cost of her transformation was the lost of one of those she loves and values so much.
The end.
Quote: letter from. Ismena To Horatio.
Alass! How unequal am I to the task and how impossible is it for me to describe what is beyond all description! To think that one has another self, and another dearer part which participates of all our plans and joys, or rather feels the greater part of them, as being more concerned for interests of a beloved object then it's own, and to be confident that this is only to be for a time, a sudden start of fondness, but ever; fills the mind with ideas so ravishing and delicate as can ill represent by the force of words. -A tender friendship ( Or family relationship)
Quote: William Shakespeare from Hamlet
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.
