They all died in this village

Silence throws its mantle
Just like a tired wing
In that secret hour
When everyone dies for a second
And reborn as butterflies
Nothing will disturb that peace
The cosmic sleep
Penetrates their chests, a vaccine
Scent of freshly mown grass
I'm unable to sleep
Rolling my thoughts
Until hitting them on a wall
Of a medieval castle
From my childhood tales
You, my dear friend
You dream
Beyond this short death
An orphan beam of light
Through your delicate breath
They all die in this village
Day by day
Even for a second
I walk on emerald roads
And bring their hopes to life