She held a weapon in her hand,
Her mission clear, to take a stand.
A life to end, a debt to pay,
Her heart was cold, her will, astray.

She aimed with care, and took a breath,
Her finger steady, ready for death.
But then she saw, a flash of light,
A glimmering beauty, took her sight.

It was a butterfly, so rare,
With wings of gold, and colors fair.
It fluttered by, and danced around,
A perfect picture, with no sound.

The girl was mesmerized, so bright,
The butterfly, a symbol of light.
It filled her heart, with hope and peace,
Her weapon fell, a moment's release.