Caught In The Chrysalis

An army of butterflies
Singled me out,
Exposed me deep down to the core;
Their fearful wings
Scattered in rings
As they danced with me into a war.
I turned to flee
But my eyes couldn’t see
The net had been ripped from my palm;
So I remained, rooted still,
Bound against my own will
As they whispered to me their charm.
Their dainty old silk
Came as soothing as milk,
For my throat had been scratched raw;
But they billowed in smoke
As I stifle a choke
On the battlefield that is once more.