Hoofdstuk 1

The butterfly dance around the room,
Around a flower in full bloom.
The butterfly felt a great feeling,
Something he started sealing.

The butterfly danced around the beautiful flower,
This love began to overpower.
The nights fell with tears from the butterfly.
As he began to cry.

To have his way,
He had to do something and then repay.
To the demon of fire,
And make a contract with his desire.

The wish was granted,
And so the demon chanted.
The spell of love and hate,
That opened a new gate.

Burning butterfly dance around the room,
Around a flower in full bloom.
And burned to ashes like a fryer,
But that's what happens when you play with fire.

-Poem by ALiCE iN BLACKMARKET