i can't figure out

butterfly in a battlefield-
why are you here?
fly away now, leave this wasteland.
why do you still call it home?
incongruous sight indeed
to see such beauty in such barren lands.
your wings are battered,
your body's bruised,
there's no doubting your splendor.
radiance so brilliant-
that the reaper would much sooner
take himself first than let you come to any actual harm.
special indeed.
what differentiates you?
fuck knows.