BeLL's blog: "Butterfly Bones"

    Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, four and twenty black birds backed in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?

Lets go to the meadows. Cain who did not look back at the offerings, killed his brother Able. Cain, the blood of your dead brother cries out, from beneath the ground. You've been cursed by the ground that you've blemished and forced to roam the land forever. But now someone will try to take my life. Cain, the I will unleash a punishment of revenge seven times greater to that person, so that you will not be killed. Cain became a wanderer of the world.   

One sunny day, in the distant sky..... Almost like a fluttering red butterfly. And then there was a blinding beautiful funereal procession of butterflies.