In a garden of dreams where the sun always shines A butterfly danced with colors divine The butterfly flutters gentle and light Spreading joy and peace with its carefree flight But lurking in the shadows, eyes ablaze with fiery might, a dragon snarls and thirsts for the thrill of violent fight The butterfly, to the dragon, sang its song of peace and grace But the dragon was unfazed, and reveled in the chaos it embraced With a song of hope, the butterfly continued to try and sway But again the dragon roared, "Violence is my only way!" Will soft words soothe the brutal dragon's heart Or will violence tear their worlds apart? The meadow whispers in bittersweet suspense as the dragon roars, again, in complete defiance Though the day may come where one the other depart In this delicate balance, for now, they play their part The butterfly and dragon, forever intertwined, in a dance of peace and violence, combined.